"I believe not. All his old comrades are either dead or scattered, and he hasn't a single address."
"Did he ever hunt for any of them?"
"I think he wrote two or three letters, but that's all. You know how father is."
"I just guess I wouldn't let it rest there!" declared Grace, diving into the bread batter with a vim. "I'd advertise in the papers, and turn the whole country upside down before I'd give up!"
"Well, father looks at it as a kind of charity, anyway," explained Richard. "And he doesn't care much to accept it so long as he is able to work."
"Yes, but, Dick, if he's entitled to it by law, don't you think he ought to take it?"
"He has certainly lost many a day's work on account of his failing,
Nancy. He ought to get something for that."
"Then why don't you speak to him about it?" asked Grace. "He'll listen to you quicker than he will to any of us."
"Perhaps I will. Maybe he will give me a list of those who knew him in the army, and then I can start a grand search, as you suggested. But I've got a little plan of my own to carry out first, and I want you girls to help me."
"What plan?" asked Nancy; and Grace ceased her bread-making to listen to what her brother might have to say.