"
"Don't you believe that nice things will happen?"
"Sometimes--"
"Don't you believe that the war will stop?"
"Not until we've thrown the full force of our fighting men into it--at
what a sacrifice."
"Can't God make it stop?"
"He can, but He won't, not if He's a God of justice," said this staunch
old patriot, "until America has brought them to their knees--"
"Will they say they are sorry then?"
"It won't make very much difference what they say--"
But Teddy, having been brought up to understand the things which belong
to an officer and a gentleman, had his own ideas on the subject.
"Well, I should think they'd ought to say they were sorry--."
CHAPTER XXVII
MARCHING FEET
The end of April brought much rain; torrents swept down the smooth
streets, and the beauty of the carefully kept flower beds in the parks
was blurred by the wet.
The General, limping from window to window, chafed. He wanted to get
out, to go over the hills and far away; with the coming of the spring
the wander-hunger gripped him, and with this restless mood upon him he
stormed at Bronson.
"It's a dog's life.
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