to be of service--she was going
to do something. She tried to tell herself of the hardships of the
life, but nothing could dim her enthusiasm. "I hope it will be hard,"
she cried happily. "I want it hard to make up for the easy, idle years
I have spent. I hate the ease and comfort and selfishness in which I
have lived."

The next day her application went in and she began to attend the
ambulance classes which were given in the little city by the doctors
and nurses.

The Doctor was away so much that she was practically free to go and
come as she liked, and the breath of liberty was sweet to her. She
also saw, with further pangs of conscience, the sacrifices which other
women were making. The Red Cross women seemed to work unceasingly.

The President of the Red Cross came to her office every morning at
nine, and stayed till five.

"What about lunch?" Mrs. Winters asked her, one day. "Do you go home?"

"Oh, no," said the other woman; "I go out and get a sandwich."

"But I mean--what about your husband's lunch?"

"He goes home," the president said, "and sees after the children when
they come in from school--of course I have a maid, you know."

"But doesn't he miss you dreadfully?" asked Mrs. Winters.

"Yes, I think he does, but not any more than the poor fellows in the
trenches miss their wives. He is not able to go to the front himself
and he is only too glad to leave me free to do all I can."

"But surely some other woman could be found," said Mrs. Winters, "who
hasn't got as many family cares as you have."

"They could," said the president, "but they would probably tell you
that their husbands like to have them at home--or some day would be
stormy and they would 'phone down that 'Teddy' positively refused to
let them come out. We have been busy people all our lives and have
been accustomed to sacrifice and never feel a bit sorry for it--we've
raised our six children and done without many things. It doesn't hurt
us as it does the people who have always sat on cushioned seats. The
Red Cross Society knows that it is a busy woman who can always find
time to do a little more, and I am just as happy as can be doing
this."

Mrs. Winters felt the unintentional rebuke in these words, and turned
them over in her mind.

One day, three months after this, the Doctor told her that it was
quite probable he would not be going overseas at all, for he was
having such success recruiting that the major-general thought it
ad