"
"Not always," Mollie retorted quickly. "Look at the time they reported
that Allen was among the missing and he wasn't at all. That is the
only mistake we happen to know about, but I fancy there are plenty of
others."
At mention of that dreadful time when she had read Allen's name in the
long list of the missing, Betty experienced again something of the
emotion she had felt at that time.
She saw again in imagination the dark room where she had gone to be by
herself, she heard the thunder of the surf on the rocks outside and
the rumble of the thunder overhead. She saw once more the vision of
Allen as she had seen it then. Allen stretched out cold and dead
perhaps on some shell-ridden battlefield or perhaps, more terrible
still, a prisoner in the hands of the Hun, suffering unspeakable
torture----
"But this is not as bad as though the boys were missing," she said
suddenly, speaking her thought aloud. "At least the professor will
know that his sons are dead."
The girls started and looked at Betty queerly.
"I was thinking of Allen," she explained in response to their rather
startled glances, "and the time when we thought he was missing.
Pages:
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69