And now, other men, following him, were setting themselves against
injustice and cruelty, and they were being killed for it. But perhaps
their sacrifices, too, would be for the salvation of the world. Oh, if
only it might be for the world's salvation!
She walked quite soberly beside Mrs. Connolly back to the house. She
took her knitting to the kitchen. Mrs. Connolly was knitting socks.
"I don't mind the fighting as much as I do the chance of their taking
cold. And I'm afraid they won't have the sense to change their socks
when they are wet. I have sent them pairs and pairs--but they'll never
know enough to change--
"It is funny how a mother worries about a thing like that," she
continued. "I suppose it is because you've always worried about their
taking cold, and you've never had to worry much about their being
killed. I always used to put them to bed with hot drinks and hot
baths, and a lot of blankets, and I keep thinking that there won't be
anybody to put them to bed."
Jean knitted a long row, and then she spoke. "Mrs. Connolly, I'm going
to be married, before Daddy leaves for France.
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