wonder, with the good looking nurse he had.'"

Amy gave a little involuntary sound and then blushed scarlet when the
girls looked at her.

"Never mind!" cried the joy incarnate that was Betty, putting an arm
about her. "Just wait till you hear what he says later on. Go on,
Gracie."

"'But do you know what that old boy said when I
happened to comment upon the excellent nursing he
must have had?'" Grace read on, while Amy tried
hard to look unconcerned. "'He reached under his
pillow and pulled out three pictures. "Those are
my three girls," he said, and I swear there was
moisture in his eyes. "You probably won't believe
me, old man, but there isn't a girl or woman over
here who could make me look twice at her unless
she resembles one of those," and he pointed to the
photographs I still held.

"'And when I opened them there was Mrs. Ford's
face smiling up at me as sweet as life, and Grace
with her best Gibson Girl expression--you can tell
her from me that that is some picture of her--And
who do you think the third was?'"

Grace paused again and looked over slyly at Amy, who turned away her
face, only just showing the tip of one furiously blushing ear.

"'It was Amy Blackford,'" Grace read on, "'And it
was one fine picture of her too. Gosh, I didn't
know it was as serious as all that, did you,
little girl? But then the war does make a fellow
feel about ten years older than he really is, and
the girls at home suddenly seem the most desirable
and necessary things on earth. And Amy did look so
sweet and comfy and altogether like home that I
couldn't blame the old chap.

"'Then I pulled out the picture of the most
beautiful girl in the world and we talked about
home and--other things, you know--until we were
ready to weep on each other's shoulders and the
handsome nurse put me out.

"'Do you know what I'm going to do the first
minute I reach good old U. S. A. territory, Betty
de--'"

But the sentence was never finished, for with a quick movement, Betty
snatched the letter away and hugged it to her breast while her face
flamed.

"That's all you get," she cried, "the rest belongs to me. Oh