Duke and Duchess of Baden sent her the Gold Cross of Remembrance. Medals
and decorations from many sovereigns are there--the Queen of Servia, the
Sultan of Turkey, the Prince of Armenia. Never has any American woman
been so loved and honored abroad, and never has an American woman been
more worthy of respect at home. It must be a great joy to her now, as
she sits in the evening of life, to count her jewels of remembrance, and
feel that she has done so much to win the gratitude of her fellow
creatures.

"You came to visit Switzerland because it is the home of many heroes;
but let me tell you, my child, this little republic has more to show
the world than its William Tell chapels and its Lion of Lucerne. As long
as the old town of Geneva stands, the world will not forget that here
was given a universal banner of peace, and here was signed its greatest
treaty--the treaty of the Red Cross."

As the Major stopped, the Little Colonel looked up at the white cross
floating above the pier, and then down at the red one on Hero's collar,
and drew a long breath.

"I wish I could do something like that!" she exclaimed, earnestly. "I
used to wish that I could go out like Joan of Arc to do some great thing
that would make people write books about me, and carve me on statues,
and paint pictures and sing songs in my honah, but I believe that now
I'd rathah do something bettah than ride off to battle on a prancin'
white chargah. Thank you, Majah, for tellin' me the story. I'm goin' for
a walk now. May I take Hero?"

A few minutes later the two were wandering along beside the water
together, the Little Colonel dreaming day-dreams of valiant deeds that