Not one has whimpered--but one.

And it turned out that she was a Belgian.

It's the breed.

Spartan mothers were theatrical and pinchbeck compared to these women.
I know a lady of title, very well to do, who for a year got up at 5:30 and drove herself in her own automobile from her home in London to Woolwich where she worked all day long in a shell factory as a volunteer and got home at 8 o'clock at night.

At the end of a year they wanted her to work in a London place where they keep the records of the Woolwich work.