However, though I do not know much about them, I am of the opinion that we will see them starting something yet, Woodrow Wilson or no Woodrow Wilson, when they get it into their heads that this war is not a correspondence school.

They will not," said Susan, energetically waving a saucepan with one hand and a soup ladle with the other, "be too proud to fight then." On a pale-yellow, windy evening in October Carl Meredith went away.

He had enlisted on his eighteenth birthday.

John Meredith saw him off with a set face.

His two boys were gone--there was only little Bruce left now.