That is not the way God works. But work He
does, Miss Oliver, and in the end His purpose will be fulfilled."
"Sound and orthodox--sound and orthodox," muttered Susan approvingly in
the kitchen. Susan liked to see Miss Oliver sat upon by the minister now
and then. Susan was very fond of her but she thought Miss Oliver liked
saying heretical things to ministers far too well, and deserved an
occasional reminder that these matters were quite beyond her province.
In May Walter wrote home that he had been awarded a D.C. Medal. He did
not say what for, but the other boys took care that the Glen should know
the brave thing Walter had done. "In any war but this," wrote Jerry
Meredith, "it would have meant a V.C. But they can't make V.C.'s as
common as the brave things done every day here."
"He should have had the V.C.," said Susan, and was very indignant over
it. She was not quite sure who was to blame for his not getting it, but
if it were General Haig she began for the first time to entertain
serious doubts as to his fitness for being Commander-in-Chief.
Rilla was beside herself with delight. It was her dear Walter who had
done this thing--Walter, to whom someone had sent a white feather at
Redmond--it was Walter who had dashed back from the safety of the
trench to drag in a wounded comrade who had fallen on No-man's-land. Oh,
she could see his white beautiful face and wonderful eyes as he did it!
What a thing to be the sister of such a hero! And he hadn't thought it
worth while writing about.
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