Our own soldiers are over there, God bless them." Madame Obosky gave her a pitying look.
"You may thank your God that you do not live in a land of soldiers, Mademoiselle.

If you did, you would not be so eager to nurse them back to life.

Do I shock you?
Voila! When you train a boy to be a soldier, as the boys are trained in my country and in Germany, you make an animal of him,--and not a very nice animal at that.

You nurse him back to life and strength and in return for your kindness he outrages you, and goes his way rejoicing.

No, I do not like the soldiers." Miss Clinton did not look up.