gerly, then, realizing that her fervor might astonish the girls, added
with a little forced laugh. "You see, it's a weakness o' mine. Maybe it's
because I'm getting old--but, the soldier boys--I can't seem to see enough
o' them--"

"I don't think it's got anything to do with getting old," Mollie broke in
irrepressibly, "because I feel just that way about it myself. The more I
see, the more I want to see."

The woman's eyes twinkled again. She was about to make some sort of
comment, but at that moment Mollie swung the car into the street leading
to the Hostess House, and the girls gave a little surprised exclamation at
finding themselves so nearly there.

A few minutes later they were ushering their shabby little guest into the
comfortable alcove off the main reception room and settling her
solicitously in one of the cushion-filled window seats.

It was astonishing to see how quickly their patient had recovered from the
accident. She seemed a little weak and unsteady as they helped her from
the car, but going up the steps to the Hostess House she resolutely
refused all assistance and mounted the porch alone.

"Isn't she a darling?" Mollie had whispered to Grace as they brought up
the rear. "Did you ever see anybody of her age so full of life and
independence?"

And it was that same sturdy independence and humor that endeared her to
the girls in the days that followed and made them willing to do anything
in their power to help her.

There was some discussion at first as to where they could put their
unexpected guest, for all the rooms were full and a couple of unused
emergency cots seemed to be all the extra accommodations they could find.

"I have it," cried Betty at last, with one of her inspirations. "Grace and
I will give up our room and bunk in with Amy and Mollie. That's where the
two extra cots will come in good."

The idea was applauded enthusiastically, and it took only a short time of
scurrying about to put it into action.

"But one thing we must remember," Betty cautioned the others, as they
surveyed their work with satisfaction. "We mustn't let our old lady guess
a word of what we've been doing."

"Oh, no, we mustn't," agreed Amy in alarm. "She'd be just as apt as
anything to put on her hat and leave us without a word."

"You know, it is going to be rather close quarters," sighed Grace, as they
turned to leave the room. "We won't be able to move without falling over
somebody's feet."

"You need