"For we have the fun of knowing we started it," Mollie had said. "Yes," said Betty. "We've made people understand that the Red Cross needs money, but, girls, there's another branch of the war work that isn't receiving much attention." "What's that?" queried Grace, interested. It was just like Betty to have things entirely thought out before she said anything about them. "I never saw anybody with so many plans as you, Betty. You make my head swim." "Well, there's the Y.W.C.A.," Betty explained. "It's doing wonderful work, but it will need a great deal more money than it has now, to keep it up in these war times." "Goodness," said Amy. "I wish we'd thought about it sooner. The boys are sure they're going to be called every day, and if we took time to get up anything like the entertainment we had before, we couldn't have them in it." "Oh, we couldn't give an affair like that without the boys," said Mollie decidedly, a fact which she would never have admitted in the hearing of the young men themselves. "And I'd hate to give anything tame, after the big success we had with the other one." "That's just it," Betty pursued, holding a sock up to the light and regarding it critically. "I met Mrs. Barton Ross to-day----" "Oh, isn't she lovely?" Amy interrupted enthusiastically. "By the time you've talked with her five minutes you're willing to promise her anything in the world." "Goodness, I wish I had a gift like that," said Grace. "I could talk all day and nobody'd do _anything_ for me." "That's gratitude, isn't it?" said Mollie, in an aggrieved tone. "Here I walk two whole blocks out of my way, to buy you a box of candy when you didn't even ask me to----" "Did you say you bought that box of candy for me?" asked Grace bitterly, eying the alluring box, where it lay in Mollie's lap. "Every time I want one I have to look extra sweet and go down on my knees." "More ingratitude," sighed Mollie. "Didn't I hear the doctor say you must stop eating so much ice cream and candy, if you wanted to keep your marvelous complexion?" "No, you didn't," retorted Grace, "for the simple reason, that I haven't been to the doctor's for over two years." "That's right, I guess it _was_ your mother," Mollie admitted, wickedly helping herself to a delicious morsel. "Goodness, my family's been prophesying that thing ever since I can remember," Grace retorted, putting aside her knitting, and drawing nearer to the candy box. "If I had listened to them I'd have worried myself into all sorts of things by this time." "Instead you'd rather _eat_ yourself into them," sighed Mollie primly, handing over the box with an air of resignation. "Betty, what was it you were saying?" Betty chuckled. "First of all, Grace is walking off with your wool," she said. "Look out, Grace, you'll break it." "It was about Mrs. Barton Ross, wasn't it?" asked Amy patiently.