But how is it you aren't going to the
dance with Lieutenant Martin? He told me you had half
accepted for to-night."
"I had." And if it had been light enough Ned would have
seen Mary blushing. "I was going with him. It's a dance for
the benefit of the Red Cross to get money for comfort kits
for the soldiers. But when Tom sent word that he'd like to
have me present to-night, why--"
"Oh, I see!" broke in Ned, with a little laugh. "'Nough
said!"
Mary's blushes were deeper, but the kindly night hid them.
Then they conversed on matters connected with the big war--the
selling of Liberty Bonds, the Red Cross work and the
Surgical Dressings Committee, in which Mary was the head of
a junior league.
"Everybody in Shopton seems to be doing something to help
win the war," said Mary, and as there was just then a lull
in the talk between her father and Mr. Damon her words
sounded clearly.
"Yes, everybody--that is, all but a few," said Mr. Nestor,
"and they ought to get busy. There are some young fellows in
this town that ought to be wearing khaki, and I don't mean
you, Ned Newton.
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