"For goodness' sake, don't waste time looking at me," Grace pleaded, as
they bounced into a hole in the road and out again, fairly jouncing the
breath from the girls' bodies. "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."

"Pop!" said Grace, snapping her finger resignedly. "There go all our hopes