na to her.

"Mrs. Boyd, my dear," she said pleasantly, "will you come here a
moment?"

Joanna looked around in a moment's bewilderment, wondering who Mrs.
Boyd was, and then the girls all laughed, and she remembered, and,
blushing and looking very beautiful, she obeyed. Mrs. Sutherland
introduced her as "Our war bride," and told how Trooper had gone away
at the first call of his country. And the visitors asked her all about
him, and Joanna, with tears in her handsome eyes, told how he was in
the Princess Pats and expected to be in the fighting any day now. It
was so wonderful to be able to talk about Trooper and speak out her
grief without shame, that Joanna's voice grew very soft and her manner
gentle. And a lady whose only son had also ridden away in the Princess
Patricias' patted her hand and said it was the women who stayed at home
who needed to be brave and that she had many to sympathise with her.

From that day Joanna became Mrs. Sutherland's right hand, she was
always ready to do her bidding. Mrs. Sutherland would call across the
room full of shirts and towels and whirring machines, "Mrs. Boyd, my
dear, could you find me the back of this shirt? I must have mislaid
it." And Joanna would run and wait on her hand and foot, Joanna who
used to throw the dishwater so it would splash over into Mrs.
Sutherland's yard!

And another miracle caused by Trooper's going to the war was the
friendship that sprang up between Joanna and The Woman. Mrs. Johnnie
Dunn was a warrior at heart herself, and Trooper's leap to the first
sound of the bugle thrilled her. She would have parted with a year's
profits on milk before she would confess this, but she was really
inordinately proud of her soldier and her feelings were displayed in
her treatment of him. He had enough socks to foot every man in the
Princess Patricias and there was never a soldier in the Canadian Army
received such boxes of cake and candy as Trooper.

So his wife and his aunt became firm friends in their common love and
pride. They sat together at sewing meetings, sharing scraps of each
other's letters and the latest bit of news concerning the Princess Pats.

But Joanna had no easy task keeping peace in the Red Cross Society.
The course of that blessed institution ran over a rough bed of rocks
from the day of its inception.

There were a deal of rules about the fashioning of shirt collars and
the hemming of sheets and the sewing on of buttons and the