to invoke the
compassion and aid of the other girls and to do what she could for
Yvonne herself.

To Peggy's strength, to the freedom and the courage of her outlook upon
life, Yvonne's tragic story had appealed strongly, but more Yvonne's
timidity. Often the young French girl appeared unwilling to go on with
the daily struggle of life when everything for which she had ever cared
had been taken from her.

Among the American Camp Fire girls there was only one girl for whom
Yvonne felt a sensation of distrust which almost amounted to a dislike,
and this was Sally Ashton. Nevertheless, in the early days of their
acquaintance, Yvonne had not this point of view. Then she had admired
Sally's prettiness, the gold brown of her hair and eyes, her white skin
and even her indolent manners and graces. Yet recently Yvonne had become
aware of a circumstance, or rather of a series of circumstances, which
had first surprised, then puzzled and finally repelled her.

In a few moments Yvonne left the farm house. If she were late at their
first outdoor camp fire she realized she would have no difficulty in
discovering the site they had selected, although it was at some distance
away.

Some time had passed since the arrival of the Camp Fire party in this
neighborhood of France and now even in the winter fields there was a
suggestion of approaching spring.

As Yvonne walked on she felt an unselfish joy, a greater lightness of
heart. Surely the spring would bring back some of her lost happiness to
France. There would be another great drive, another tragic contest of
strength, but the British and French lines would hold.

Yvonne had the great faith and courage of her people, now she had
learned to lay aside her personal sorrow.

In a few more weeks Miss Patricia's American tractor, which was indeed a
"strange god in a machine," would be able to turn these fields into
plowed land ready for the spring planting.

But now in a meadow, while still some distance away, Yvonne beheld an
American, a French and a British flag set up on temporary staffs, and
blending their colors and designs in a symbolic fashion as they floated
in the wind.

Yvonne paused for a moment to watch the group of her acquaintances and
friends.

Standing apart from the girls were Miss Patricia Lord, Mrs. Burton, and
the two visitors who had arrived only a few days before. They were the
guests whose approaching visit to the farm house Miss Patricia had so
openly dep