"That's just it," said Mollie, her eyes glowing with pride. "Loving them as she does, she almost wishes it were possible to make the supreme sacrifice for her country."
"It was that spirit," said Grace thoughtfully, "that won the battle of the Marne."
For a long time after that the girls worked quietly, each busy with her own thoughts. It was Amy who finally broke the silence.
"And here we are," she said plaintively, "letting another whole afternoon slip by without deciding what we are going to do on our vacation. Can't somebody suggest something?"
"I have already suggested half a dozen things, only to be laughed to scorn," said Mollie, adding decidedly: "I'm through."
"And nothing I can say seems to meet with approval," added Betty plaintively.
"Well," said Grace, stretching herself, sitting up in the swing, and looking important, "nobody asks me whether I have anything to suggest," adding as they turned a battery of surprised and eager glances her way: "I don't know whether I can be persuaded to tell you now or not."
"Tell us!" they cried, piling into the swing till the supporting ropes creaked with the strain.
"Can't we bribe you with candy?" pleaded Amy.
"No. I just made an advantageous trade in that article, you will remember," was the answer.