She said she knew from the way she felt herself about the _Lusitania_ that a feeling like that in her would never be absolutely wiped out as long as she lived.

But she said her other feeling about the horribleness of war taught her to keep the first feeling from breaking out, but with other people it wouldn't; and even if war didn't break out right then, it would always be ready to, all over the country, and sometime it would, though she was goin' to do her share to fight it, herself, as long as she could stand.

She asked me wouldn't I be one of the ones to help her." He paused, and after a moment Fred asked, "Well?
What did you say to that ?" "Nothin'.

I started to, but--" Again Fred thought it tactful to turn and look out the window, while the agitation of his shoulders betrayed him.
"Go on and laugh! Well, so we stayed there quite a while, but before we left she got kind of more like everyday, you know, the way people do.

It was half-past nine when we walked back in town, and I was commencin' to feel kind of hungry, so I asked her if she wasn't, and she sort of laughed and seemed to be ashamed of it, as if it were a disgrace or something, but she said she guessed she was; so I left her by that hedge of lilacs near the observatory and went on over to the 'Teria and the fruit store, and got some stuffed eggs and olives and half-a-dozen peanut butter sandwiches and a box o' strawberries--kind of girl-food, you know--and went on back there, and we ate the stuff up.