Yes, there was something to be said for war, she felt, as she looked at their boyish faces, transfigured.

Not for them Business as usual, the Capture of German Trade.

Other visions those young eyes were seeing.

The little imp within her brain had seized his drum again.
"Follow me"-- so he seemed to beat--"I teach men courage, duty, the laying down of self.

I open the gates of honour.