t here beside you. Later I will talk to you about
joining my group of girls in France. You are not strong enough for the
Red Cross work at present, but a great deal of our work will be among
young French girls and you could be of the greatest aid to us if you
care to help. Yet there will be time enough later to speak of our Camp
Fire plans."

However, when Yvonne had crawled back into her berth, more exhausted
than she had realized, Mrs. Burton continued sitting beside her. Then,
hoping the sound of her voice might be soothing and in order to help
Yvonne to sleep and also because of the power of suggestion, she
repeated a Camp Fire verse:

"As fagots are brought from the forest,
Firmly held by the sinews which bind them,
I will cleave to my Camp Fire sisters
Wherever, whenever I find them.

"I will strive to grow strong like the pine tree,
To be pure in my deepest desire;
To be true to the truth that is in me
And follow the Law of the Fire."

CHAPTER VI

A FRENCH FARM HOUSE ON THE FIELD OF HONOR

"Is the French country more tragic or less so than you anticipated,
Vera?" Peggy Webster inquired.

She and Vera Lagerloff were walking along what must once have served as
a road, each girl carrying a large, nearly empty basket on her arm.

"Do you mean the actual country?" Vera questioned. "Then, yes,
conditions are worse than I expected to find them, certainly in a
neighborhood like this, where the work of restoration is only just
beginning." She frowned, shaking her head sadly. "I could never have
imagined God's earth could be transformed to look like a place of
torment, and yet this countryside suggests one of the hells in Dante's
'Inferno.' But if you mean are the French people more tragic than I
thought to find them, then a thousand times, no! Was there ever anything
so inspiring or so amazing as their happiness and courage in returning
to their old homes? The fact that their homes are no longer in existence
seems not to discourage them, now their beloved land has been restored.
When we have been working here a longer time I hope I shall recover from
my desire to weep each time I see an old man or woman happily engaged in
rebuilding one of their ruined huts. It is a wonderful experience,
Peggy, this opportunity to appreciate the spiritual bravery of the
French people. I hope I may learn a lesson from them. I have needed just
such a lesson since Billy's death."