I used to cover up my ears and try not to hear them.

It made me shiver to know that those poor gulls were being shot down for nothing.

Their only crime consisted in being beautiful." Both women turned at that moment attracted by the sight of a young lady who was standing on the pavement outside in an animated talk with another girl.
"There's Miss Van Dyke, with her new feather collar on," observed Mrs.
Brown, in a low voice.
The young lady in question was a dashing, radiant creature, bright with smiles and a face like a picture.

On her shapely shoulders was a magnificent cape, lustrous as satin, of silvery white, into which pale dark lines softly blended at regular intervals.

Twenty-two innocent lives had been taken to make that little garment.