It was a violation of the constitutional rights of the young men to be placed in a position where they might have to fight on foreign soil, Mr. Schaeffer claimed. Mr. Pfeiffer had said so and he ought to know.
“Well, Helena, I am glad to see you,” remarked Bob, when he found himself near the blue-eyed girl.
“Are you?” she inquired, and her voice was not very warm.
“Of course I am!” he insisted. “It’s no end good of you to come down to see me off.”
“Well, I thought I’d come,” she said, a bit shyly. “I—I’m sorry we had that little difference of opinion. But you know—you know, I’ve always liked you, Bob.”
“I hope so, Helena.”
“But you know war is a terrible thing!”
“Are you sorry to see me go?”
“Of course I am! I’m afraid you won’t come back.” And for the first time she showed a little emotion.