"Keep your eyes on the road, Mollie
dear, We're not ready to die yet."
"Well, look out, or you may-- ready or not," threatened Mollie darkly,
as the car skidded around another precipitous turn and the girls saw
with relief a long stretch of flat road before them.
"Just the same the boys must be coming home before very long," said
Amy, quietly returning to the subject. "And when they do come we'll
have to give them some sort of big party or something, girls."
"Of course we will," said Grace, munching contentedly on a chocolate.
"Something that will make the people in Deepdale sit up and take
notice."
"We-el-- I don't know," objected Betty thoughtfully. "They say that
the few soldier boys who have come home object to any sort of fuss
being made over them. They seem to want to forget everything that has
happened 'over there,' and any sort of celebration brings the whole
thing vividly before them again."
"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.
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