His little sister! Never during the endless months of drudgery, strife and conflict, and agony, had he forgotten Lorna.

Not duty, nor patriotism, had forced him to enlist in the army before the draft.

It had been an ideal which he imagined he shared with the millions of American boys who entered the service.

Too deep ever to be spoken of! The barbarous and simian Hun, with his black record against Belgian, and French women, should never set foot on American soil.
In the lamplight Lane saw this sister throw coat and hat on the banister, come down the hall and enter the kitchen.

She seemed tall, but her short skirt counteracted that effect.