There is a Call greater and more insistent than the call of our love--he has listened to it.

We must not add to the bitterness of his sacrifice." "Our sacrifice is greater than his," cried Rilla passionately.

"Our boys give only themselves.

We give them." Before Mrs.Blythe could reply Susan stuck her head in at the door, never troubling over such frills of etiquette as knocking.

Her eyes were suspiciously red but all she said was, "Will I bring up your breakfast, Mrs.Dr.dear." "No, no, Susan.