dreamed of the great things he would do "over there"--the Government had
decided to keep him at Camp Liberty indefinitely.

Then, one day, he had invited the girls, in return for the many little
kindnesses they had done him, to attend one of his special, exhibition
drills.

They had accepted eagerly, little dreaming of the storm their acceptance
would evoke. And it is very doubtful whether, even if they had known, it
would have made any difference, for they had long desired just this thing
and knew that in years to come they would look back upon it as one of the
biggest experiences in their lives.

"What time is it, Amy?" Betty inquired a little anxiously. "I'm afraid we
stopped to talk too long to those women who came out to see their nephew,
and I don't want to be late."

"We have just a minute to spare," returned Amy, and they quickened their
pace.

"Wouldn't it be fun," said Mollie, her eyes sparkling, "if we could only
meet the boys? I'd just like to pay them back for being so silly!"

"Maybe they'll be in the drill," drawled Grace hopefully.

"That would be adding insult to injury," Betty chuckled. "Then they never
would forgive us."

"I just hate jealous people, anyway," added Grace, diving into her pocket
and bringing forth a luscious bonbon which Mollie eyed covetously. "I