is so much to do, I can well believe it. And so your father is going?
How splendid of him!"

"Oh, every one is doing what he can do best. Father will do the
ambulance well."

"And I hear you are going too."

"I do not know about that," said Jane. "Isn't it awfully hard to tell
just what to do? I should love to go, but that is the very reason I
wonder whether I should. There is so much to do here, and there will be
more and more as we go on, so many families to look after, so much work
to keep going; work for soldiers, you know, and for their wives and
children, and collecting money. And it is all so easy to do, for
every one is eager to do what he can. I never knew people could be so
splendid, Larry, and especially those who have lost some one. There is
Mrs. Smart, for instance, and poor Scallan's mother, and Scuddy's."

"Jane," said Larry abruptly, "I must see Helen. Can we go at once when
we take the others home?"

"I will take you," said Jane. "I am glad you can go. Oh, she is lovely,
and so sweet, and so brave."

Leaving the Colonel in Dr. Brown's care, they drove to the home of Helen
Brookes.

"I dread seeing her," said Larry, as they approached the house.

"Well, you need not dread that," said Jane.

And after one look at Helen's face Larry knew that Jane was right. The
bright colour in the face, the proud carriage of the head, the saucy
look in the eye, once so characteristic of the "beauty queen" of the
'Varsity, were all gone. But the face was no less beautiful, the head
carried no less proudly, the eye no less bright. There was no shrinking
in her conversation from the tragic fact of her lover's death. She spoke
quite freely of Scuddy's work in the battalion, of his place with the
men and of how they loved him, and all with a fine, high pride in him.

"The officers, from the Colonel down, have been so good to me," she
said. "They have told me so many things about Harry. And the Sergeants
and the Corporals, every one in his company, have written me. They are
beautiful letters. They make me laugh and cry, but I love them. Dear
boys, how I love them, and how I love to work for them!" She showed
Larry a thick bundle of letters. "And they all say he was so jolly. I
like that, for you know, being a Y. M. C. A. man in college and always
keen about that sort of thing--I am afraid I did not help him much in
that way--he was not so fearfully jolly. But now I am glad he was that
kind of a man, a good man, I