"But we can fight side by side with them," said Mrs. Watson, leaning forward very seriously. "Don't you suppose the thought of us and the certainty that we are backing them up with all our might, will be with the boys every minute while they're in the trenches, helping them to fight the Hun as they never would be able to alone?" "Yes," said Mollie, impressed but still unconvinced. "But I should think it would help them ever so much more if we were really there in person. Women have proved themselves just as good fighters as men, you know." "That might be all right," said Amy quietly. "But then who would stay at home to knit sweaters for them, and who would do the nursing work? We couldn't do that, and be in the trenches at the same time." "That's the way I look at it," said Mrs. Watson, turning to the quiet girl and regarding her thoughtfully. "It seems to me we are doing far more good here at home where we've had experience, than we could possibly do in the actual fighting. But it's getting pretty late," she interrupted herself, "and you girls must be tired after your long journey. Suppose we get to bed right away, so that in the morning we can start bright and early to get things in shape." They assented unanimously, for, although their desire for information was as unsatisfied as ever, their eyelids were heavy with sleep, and the thought of bed lured them irresistibly. "Oh, I can't wait for the morning to come," sighed Betty, as she slipped in between the cool sheets. "It seems wicked to waste time in sleep." "In the morning we'll work," said Mollie, her voice eager with anticipation; "and in the afternoon--" "We'll go over and surprise the boys," finished Grace. "I can almost see their faces when we burst in upon them." "There'll be no bursting," said Betty primly. "We've got to behave like perfectly proper young ladies." "Oh, impossible," murmured Mollie; and five minutes later, they were all asleep. Morning, and the sun shining brightly in the window, challenging them to action. "Awake?" queried Mollie, leaning over and poking Betty experimentally. "If I'm not I soon will be," said Betty, sitting up and regarding Mollie indignantly. "Goodness, that's a nice thing to do to a person. Couldn't you see I was asleep?" "I was just asking you," said Mollie twinkling. "You looked so sweet and peaceful----" "That you needs must spoil it all," said Betty plaintively. "My, but I'd hate to have that kind of a disposition."' "Won't you let me be your little alarm clock?" begged Mollie, leaning forward to administer another poke, which Betty skillfully dodged. "No, I won't," she answered, adding, as she squinted out at the sun: "We don't need one in this room. We're facing directly east." Mollie chuckled. "Mrs. Watson made a mistake," she said, "when she put Grace and Amy in the other room. She should have put them in this one, so the sun could take our place and wake them up every morning. Betty, it's a glorious day."