Dr. dear," concluded Susan pathetically, "how we would feel
if a German shell knocked down the spire of our church here in the glen,
and I'm sure it is every bit as bad to think of Rangs cathedral being
hammered to pieces."
And, meanwhile, everywhere, the lads of the world rich and poor, low and
high, white and brown, were following the Piper's call.
"Even Billy Andrews' boy is going--and Jane's only son--and Diana's
little Jack," said Mrs. Blythe. "Priscilla's son has gone from Japan and
Stella's from Vancouver--and both the Rev. Jo's boys. Philippa writes
that her boys 'went right away, not being afflicted with her
indecision.'"
"Jem says that he thinks they will be leaving very soon now, and that he
will not be able to get leave to come so far before they go, as they
will have to start at a few hours' notice," said the doctor, passing the
letter to his wife.
"That is not fair," said Susan indignantly. "Has Sir Sam Hughes no
regard for our feelings? The idea of whisking that blessed boy away to
Europe without letting us even have a last glimpse of him! If I were
you, doctor dear, I would write to the papers about it."
"Perhaps it is as well," said the disappointed mother. "I don't believe
I could bear another parting from him--now that I know the war will not
be over as soon as we hoped when he left first. Oh, if only--but no, I
won't say it! Like Susan and Rilla," concluded Mrs.
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