CHAPTER XVII.
It was from a small operating hospital in a village of the Argonne that she first saw the war with her own eyes.
Her father had wished her to go.

Arthur's death had stirred in him the old Puritan blood with its record of long battle for liberty of conscience.

If war claimed to be master of a man's soul, then the new warfare must be against war.

He remembered the saying of a Frenchwoman who had been through the Franco-Prussian war.

Joan, on her return from Paris some years before, had told him of her, repeating her words: "But, of course, it would not do to tell the truth," the old lady had said, "or we should have our children growing up to hate war." "I'll be lonely and anxious till you come back," he said.