“Yes, that’s true, too,” Mollie agreed. “I remember our doctor telling mother that if people only wouldn’t try to force confidences from the boys and would try to keep all thought of the awful things they had been through out of their minds, there would be fewer cases of nervous breakdowns.” “Pop!” said Grace, snapping her finger resignedly. “There go all our hopes of a good time, Amy. When the boys come home all we shall be allowed to do will be to smooth their fevered brows and hold their hands “Well, we might do worse things even than that,” said Betty, with a light laugh, and Mollie shot her a malicious glance. “Just watch Betty objecting to that,” she said wickedly. “Before we know it she will be sighing that Allen has only one fevered brow to smooth!” Amy and Grace looked at Betty mischievously! at Betty who could not for the life of her look as unconcerned as she would have liked. “Don’t be so foolish,” she said hastily, at which the girls only laughed the more. “Never mind, honey,” said Amy, putting an arm fondly about her chum. “I guess we will all be crazy with joy to get the boys home again,” “Well, you needn’t think you can hold hands with Will and smooth his fevered brow all the time,” said Grace unexpectedly. “Because I really have some share in him myself, you know. Remember, mine was one of the three pictures he kept under his pillow.” Readers of previous volumes in this series may recall that joyful letter written to Betty not so long ago in which Sergeant Allen Washburn! now Lieutenant Allen Washburn! had spoken of the three pictures which Will Ford had kept under his pillow during his long convalescence in one of the army hospitals over there. These readers may also remember that one of the pictures was of the boy’s mother, another of his sister, Grace, and the third of shy little Amy Blackford, who now was blushing so furiously at the mere mention of it. “How about poor Frank and Roy?” asked Mollie, mentioning the other two boys who made up the quartette of the girls’ boy chums. “Who will attend to their fevered brows?” “Oh, you and Grace can take turns at that,” said Betty, lightly adding, with a little sigh: “Try as we can, Amy and I never know quite how to pair you four off. We can’t for the life of us find out which of you likes Frank best and which inclines to Roy.” “That’s right, kid! keep ’em guessing,” said Mollie slangily, as she turned on power and challenged a steep grade. “Grace and I believe in scattering our favors! as ’twere. See that hill just ahead of us? What do you bet I make it without changing gears?” “If you make it without changing our looks, I’ll be happy,” said Grace ruefully, as they bumped and rumbled to the top of the steep grade. “Look out, Mollie!” she added suddenly, indicating a big pile of brushwood that jutted out almost into the center of the road. “For goodness’ sake, slow down!”