uite so many doleful speeches to make when her
hands are busy with her needles instead of being folded on her stomach.
She thinks we will all be Germans this time next year but I tell her it
will take more than a year to make a German out of me. Do you know that
Rick MacAllister has enlisted, Mrs. Dr. dear? And they say Joe Milgrave
would too, only he is afraid that if he does that Whiskers-on-the-moon
will not let him have Miranda. Whiskers says that he will believe the
stories of German atrocities when he sees them, and that it is a good
thing that Rangs Cathedral has been destroyed because it was a Roman
Catholic church. Now, I am not a Roman Catholic, Mrs. Dr. dear, being
born and bred a good Presbyterian and meaning to live and die one, but
I maintain that the Catholics have as good a right to their churches as
we have to ours and that the Huns had no kind of business to destroy
them. Just think, Mrs. Dr. dear," concluded Susan pathetically, "how we
would feel if a German shell knocked down the spire of our church here
in the glen, and I'm sure it is every bit as bad to think of Rangs
cathedral being hammered to pieces."

And, meanwhile, everywhere, the lads of the world rich and poor, low
and high, white and brown, were following the Piper's call.

"Even Billy Andrews' boy is going--and Jane's only son--and Diana's
little Jack," said Mrs. Blythe. "Priscilla's son has gone from Japan
and Stella's from Vancouver--and both the Rev. Jo's boys. Philippa
writes that her boys 'went right away, not being afflicted with her
indecision.'"

"Jem says that he thinks they will be leaving very soon now, and that
he will not be able to get leave to come so far before they go, as they
will have to start at a few hours' notice," said the doctor, passing
the letter to his wife.

"That is not fair," said Susan indignantly. "Has Sir Sam Hughes no
regard for our feelings? The idea of whisking that blessed boy away to
Europe without letting us even have a last glimpse of him! If I were
you, doctor dear, I would write to the papers about it."

"Perhaps it is as well," said the disappointed mother. "I don't believe
I could bear another parting from him--now that I know the war will not
be over as soon as we hoped when he left first. Oh, if only--but no, I
won't say it! Like Susan and Rilla," concluded Mrs. Blythe, achieving a
laugh, "I am determined to be a heroine."

"You're all good stuff," said the doctor, "I'm proud of my women