The Outdoor Girls in Army Service Doing Their Bit for the Soldier Boys

going to rea

sweater suspended inquiringly in the air, while she asked her q

ingers flying and head bent as she resumed her

ith a little touch of French blood in her veins that accounted for her restless vivacity and sometimes peppery temper.

are," remarked Grace Ford, lazily helping herself to one of the thre

in vain for the lost stitch. "If the poor soldiers depended upon th

rls, now what

n, their adored "Little Captain," fresh and sweet as t

eranda steps. "I'm more afraid than ever to leave you alone these days when every

resome sweater and Betty went to work a

eager eyes and bated breath. "That was a mean one. Thought it was going to make me rip out the whole

y resignedly. "Then o

above her head and reveling in the brilliant sunshine. "What particul

dly and bent clo

d with unusual spirit. "It's just that nobody will read the paper, an

n, sitting up with alacrity, "I'm always will

"Wait till I get this needle off and I

n I'm going to

but Amy held her down and t

w very well that if Betty ever gets started wi

nit one, purl two," sa

, isn't tha

round upon them, holding up the almost

ul?" she repeated

, dryly, while Betty de

ul and most curious th

she added, with bitin

e it within the l

y to the final finishing. "You're just jealous, that's all, and th

or the twentieth time that morning. "Well, as my kind of nose has

at kind of noses we've got? Go ahead, Betty, you'd better get started b

lashes," said Grace haughtily.

letting her eyes rest upon the glaring headlines of the first page. "If you w

" sighed Amy. "We've

l sense of what she read was borne in upon her, her

de them drop their knitting for a moment and gat

rrupted Mollie fiercel

aptain's

et in a straight line. "And-and they think the loss will

he step. Then with eyebrows drawn together, and twin spots of red flaming i

hemselves were at fault. "Now you see what we're knitting sweaters for, and-and-everything! Oh

nted Grace, "you wouldn't have to fire a s

ng to knit again ferociously. "It would be

t the boys are going to do. They've seemed so mysterious lately, and the m

fortunate sweater once more. "I know what I'd do if I were a man, and Betty and all th

Grace, settling her cushions more comfortably. "Th

an ever. "But just the same, I can't understand w

worried line between her brows that belied her words. "Allen wouldn't-" here sh

hat none of the boys would hesitate, when

you said Allen," teas

tty, how yo

t sunburn, that's all. Now do you want me to read the rest of

word, Betty." Which was funny, coming from quiet Amy

e other, until even those insatiable young people were

lf with businesslike alertness on the very e

egarding the flying needles with a sort of awe. "Please show me how. They say the Red Cross nee

ing down for their benefit, while they gathered

ht falling upon graceful figures and bent heads, ardent little patriots, every one

mble fingers, when the shrill and familiar whist

time," Amy was beginning,

" she cried. "And so

color again flooding her face. "They never told us they'd be bac

teamed away, and four figu

ost of these. "I've volun