se?"

"Tish!" I called sharply.

But Tish had stopped and was listening intently. Suddenly she said:

"Run!"

There was a sort of pounding noise somewhere behind, and Aggie screeched
that it was the Knowleses' bull loose on the road. I thought it quite
likely, and as we had once had a very unpleasant time with it, spending
the entire night in the Knowleses' pig pen, with the animal putting his
horns through the chinks every now and then, I dropped the suitcase and
ran. Myrtle ran too, and we reached the farmhouse in safety.

It was then that we realized that the sound was the pursuing car,
bumping along slowly on four flat tires. Tish shut and bolted the door,
and as the windows were closed with wooden frames, nailed on, we were
then in darkness. We could hear the runabout, however, thudding slowly
up the drive, and the voices of Mr. Culver and the policeman as they
tried the door and the window shutters.

Tish stood just inside the door, and Myrtle was just beside me. Aggie
had collapsed on a hall chair. I have, I think, neglected to say that
the farmhouse was furnished. Tish's mother used to go out there every
summer, and she was a great woman for being comfortable.

At last Mr. Culver came to the front door and spoke through it.

"Hello, inside there!" he called, in a furious voice. As no one replied,
he then banged at the door, and from the sound I fancy the policeman was
hammering also, with his mace.

"Open, in the name of the law!" bellowed the policeman.

"Stop that racket," Tish replied sternly. "Or I shall fire."

Of course she had no weapon, but they did not know this. We could hear
Mr. Culver telling the policeman to keep back, as he knew us, and we had
any other set of desperadoes he had ever heard of beaten for
recklessness with a gun.

There was a moment's silence, during which I heard Aggie's knitting
needles going furiously. She learned to knit by touch once when she had
iritis and was obliged to finish a slumber robe in time for Tish's
birthday. So the darkness did not trouble her, and I knew she was
knitting to compose herself.

Tish then stood inside the door, and delivered through it one of the
most inspiring patriotic speeches I have ever heard. She spoke of our
long tolerance, while the world waited. Then of the decision, and the
call to arms. She said that the sons of the Nation were rising that day
in their might.

"But," she finished, "there are some among us who would shirk, w