He heard Randy's voice, sharp with nerves. "Sing something else,
Becky. We've had enough of war----"

The Major leaned across the table. "When did you last hear that song,
Paine?"

"On the other side, a red-haired woman--whose lover had been killed. I
never want to hear it again----"

"Nor I----"

It was as if they were alone at the table, seeing the things which they
had left behind. What did these people know who had stayed at home?
The words were sacred--not to be sung; to be whispered--over the graves
of--France.




CHAPTER II

STUFFED BIRDS

I

The Country Club was, as Judge Bannister had been the first to declare,
"an excrescence."

Under the old régime, there had been no need for country clubs. The