u know. I
simply had to declaim the American Declaration of Independence to him
three times a day to revive his drooping Democratic sentiments, and I
had to sew Old Glory on to his pajamas so that he might dream proper
American dreams. No, to tell you the truth," here Paula's voice took
a deeper note, "every last American of us here in France is hot with
humiliation and rage at his country's attitude,--monkeying with those
baby-killing, woman-raping devils."

As she ended, her voice shook with passion, her cheeks were pale, and in
her eyes shone two bright tears. Impulsively the V. A. D. rose from her
place, ran around to Paula, and putting her arm around her neck, said:

"Oh, I do thank you, and I love you for your words," while Barry stood
at attention, as if in the presence of his superior officer. "I salute
you," he said with grave earnestness. "You worthily represent your brave
and generous people."

"Oh, darn it all!" cried Paula, brushing away her tears. "I'm a fool,
but you don't know how we Americans feel--real Americans, I mean, not
the yellow hyphenated breed."

After lunch, Barry went to look up his chief, the assistant director of
chaplain service, while Paula took charge of the V. A. D., saying:

"Run away, Barry, and see your Brass Hat. I'll show Miss Vincent how a
quartermaster's department of a real hospital should be run."

His hour with the A. D. C. S. was a most stimulating experience for
Barry. He found himself at once in touch with not an official thinking
in terms of military regulations and etiquette, but a soldier and a man.
For the A. D. C. S. was both. Through all the terrible days at Ypres,
where the Canadians, in that welter of gas and fire and blood, had won
their imperishable fame as fighting men, he had been with them, sharing
their dangers and ministering to their wants with his brother officers
of the fighting line. Physically an unimpressive figure, small and
slight, yet he seemed charged with concentrated energy waiting release.

As Barry listened to his words coming forth in snappy, jerking phrases,
he was fascinated by the bulldog jaw and piercing eyes of the little
man. In brief, comprehensive, vigorous sentences, he set forth his
ideals for the chaplain service in the Canadian army.

"Three things," he said, "I tell my men, should mark the Canadian
chaplain service. The first, Unity--unity among themselves, unity
with the other departments of the army. Two words describe o