“Can’t go? I don’t understand?”
“Hubert has joined,” she said.
“Hubert, the boy! Why, he is only in school—”
“He is sixteen, and large for his age. He came home confessing, and saying it was his first lie, and the first important thing he ever did without consulting mother. He said he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand it if he told her first.”
“Foolish, but heroic,” Grant commented. “Be proud of him. It takes more than wisdom to be heroic.”
“And Grace is going to England. She was taking nursing, you know, and so gets a preference. We can’t ALL leave mother.”
He found it difficult to speak. “You wanted to go to the Front?” he managed.
“Of course; where else?”
Her hand was on the desk; his own slipped over until it closed on it.
“You are a little heroine,” he murmured.