“Listen,” he said at last, smiling down at the troubled girl, his kind brown eyes alight with sympathy, “I think we can work our way out of this difficulty. Trust it all to me. At present you are quite safe here. I will go back for those things, if needs be, but first I will inquire about this lost grandfather who, no doubt, is as concerned about you as you about him. I will see if I can discover something of him. Let us see, he was traveling in a wagon with one you know. Is this right?” “Yes, he was with Gustave Foucher, a tradesman in our town and whom we all know well as a kind, good man. Gustave has his family with him, and some household goods, yet he was willing to take grandfather, too. The wagon is drawn by two stout black horses.” “Good, we will then see what we can learn of this Gustave Foucher, and then I will report to you, then it will be time enough to attend to those baskets in the cow shed.” “Oh, Victor, how good you are,” cried Lucie, gratefully. “La la, who is good? Not any one really. I do this because it amuses, it entertains; it is out of the day’s routine, an adventure, as one might say. Pom Pom had better stay with you while I pursue my investigations.” He went off to follow up his course of action, leaving Lucie to reënter the church where Paulette was busying herself in waiting on those more helpless than herself. It was a gruesome place, Lucie thought, with its row of cots in which lay groaning sufferers, some too severely hurt to hope for recovery, and some who would never again be whole. This was war, her first intimate acquaintance with its horrors. In such a place perhaps her father lay at this moment. She prayed that he might be spared and that her mother was at his side, as she knelt for a moment before an untouched altar. When she arose to her feet she saw Paulette trying to make more comfortable a patient close by. “Can’t I help, too?” whispered Lucie. Paulette shook her head, but one of the nurses beckoned to her and she followed her to the sacristy where a sort of kitchen was established. “I wouldn’t stay in there,” said the nurse. “Perhaps you can help here. You can, maybe, wash dishes.” “Oh, I can do that,” Lucie assured her and diligently set to work, feeling thankful that something useful was her part to perform. She was not long at her occupation, however, for before she had quite finished the pile before her, Victor came back. “Your friend, the young man, has returned,” some one came to tell her. Lucie looked inquiringly at the young woman who was in charge. She nodded encouragingly. “Go, my dear. You have been very helpful,” said the woman. She gave up the towel she had been using and went softly out, tiptoeing past the row of cots. Victor was waiting on the steps. “What news?” inquired Lucie.