Lancaster County measured up to its fair standard in those first trying days of recruit gathering. The sons of the nation answered when she called. Pennsylvania Dutch, hundreds of them, rallied round the flag and proved beyond a doubt that the real Pennsylvania Dutch are not German-American, but loyal, four-square Americans who are keeping the faith. Two hundred years ago the ancestors of the present Pennsylvania Dutch came to this country to escape tyranny, and the love of freedom has been transmitted from one generation to another. The plain sects, so flourishing in some portions of the Keystone State, consider war an evil, yet scores of men in navy blue and army khaki have come from homes where the mother wears the white cap, and have gone forth to do their part in the struggle for world freedom. As David Eby measured the days before his departure he felt grateful to Mother Bab for refraining from long homilies of advice. Her whole life was a living epistle of truth and nobility and she was wise enough to discern that what her son wanted most in their last days together was her customary cheerfulness--although he knew that at times the cheerfulness was a bit bluffed! News travels fast, even in rural communities. The people on the Metz farm soon learned of David's loss of money and of his desire to enter the navy. "Why didn't you tell me about the stock?" Phœbe chided him. "I couldn't. It knocked me out--it changed some of my plans. I knew you'd despise me and I couldn't stand that too that day." "Despise you! How foolish to think that. Of course it's better to earn your money, but I think you learned your lesson." "I have. I'll never try to get rich quick." "And you're going to war!" The words were almost a cry. "What does Mother Bab say? How dreadful for her!" "Dreadful?" he asked gently. "Phœbe, think a minute--would you rather be the mother of a soldier or sailor than the mother of a slacker?" "I would," she cried. "A thousand times rather!" She clutched his sleeve in her old impetuous manner. "I see now what it means, what war must mean to us! We must serve and be glad to do it. Your going is making it real for me. I'm proud of you and I know Mother Bab must be just about bursting with pride, for she always did think you are the grandest son in the wide world." "Phœbe, you always stroke me with the grain." "That sounds as if you were a wooden pussy-cat," she said merrily. "But you are just being funny to hide your deeper feelings. I know you, David Eby! Bet your heart's like lead this minute!" "'I have no heart,'" he quoted. "'The place where my heart was you could roll a turnip in.'" She laughed, then suddenly grew sober. "I've been horribly selfish," she said. "Having fine clothes and a good time and dreaming of fame through my voice have taken all my time during the past winter. I have taken only the husks of life and discarded the kernels. I'm ashamed of myself."