"Run—run for your lives—get out of the way of those shells!" Jennie shouted.
Her three terror-stricken maids huddled by her side in helpless panic.
Her grandmother sprang to her feet and asked in subdued tones:
"What is it, child?"
"The fleet's shelling the town—grandma—you'll be killed—the house'll be smashed—you must run—run for your life—"
Jennie screamed her warning into the sweet old lady's ears and seized her by the hand.
"But they can't shell a town full of helpless women and children, my dear," the grandmother protested gently. "It's impossible—"
"Boom—boom!" pealed two guns in quick succession.
"De Lawd save us!" Lucy screamed.
"You see they're doing it—come—"