“I have done nothing of which I am ashamed, Nona, or I should never have asked for your friendship. It may be that I can make the Russian people understand, but I do not feel sure. This war has made men blinder than ever. I have only tried to be a follower of the ‘Prince of Peace.’”
Then after she had walked away a few steps she came back again.
“Go back to your United States as soon as you can, Nona,” she urged. “Russia is no place for you or your friends.”
Because Nona Davis dared not trust herself to speak, Sonya afterwards went away without a word of faith or farewell from her.
CHAPTER VII
A Russian Church
ONE afternoon, after Nona had been nursing her friend, Sonya Valesky, for some time, Mildred Thornton went alone into a little Russian church.
The church was situated behind the line of the fortifications at Grovno. Many years before it had been erected, and now it did not occur to the Russian officers that it stood in especial peril. Yet the church had the golden dome of all Russian churches, glittering like a ball of fire in the sun. Certainly it afforded an easy target for the enemy’s guns, and more than this would aid German aeroplanists in making observations of the geography of the surrounding neighborhood. But since Grovno was deemed invincible, apparently no one considered the possibility of the other side to this question.