"Bobs, you dear."
"Jane, you...."
Then without rhyme or reason, she flew into Jane's arms, clung to her, weeping bitterly. Jane held her close, her own eyes full of tears. When Bobs found her composure she held her friend away from her, and looked into her wet, tender eyes.
"You've said it all, Jane, like a prophet among women. I've learned it, and my soul has dried up with bitterness, but you've kept sweet. The world will listen to you—even men will listen," she said.
"Bobs, you dear old fraud, such loyalty and devotion and character as yours do not grow out of a soul-soil of bitterness. You've helped me with that book almost more than anybody else."
"How, Jane?"
"By being a good soldier!"
"Jane, I haven't cried in years and if you say another word like that, I'm going to cry again."
Jerry came in and Bobs turned to him her tear-stained face.
"Have you read it?"