"We never know when our turn will come," he finished, and Winona shivered as she kissed the letter and put it away.
She looked up sometimes at the calm clear globe of the full moon and thought how it was shining down alike on the far-away trenches of France and the great Minster towers of Seaton.

How many battles had it seen in the earth's history, and how many still forms lying stiff and straight under its pale beams?
Men fought and died, and the moon and the stars passed on their way, uncaring--but God cared, and at the back of it all His Hand was guiding the world, and even from seeming chaos would bring good out of evil at His own time.

"God bless Percy, and bring him safe home!" prayed Winona passionately, but she felt in her heart of hearts that if the Great Captain called him, she could bend her head in the knowledge that He knew best.
With the hot July weather Aunt Harriet's health flagged.

She seemed suddenly to have grown much older.

The erect figure stooped a little, her high color had faded and her voice lost some of its energy and determination.