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 I wish to serve. When public men, with more zeal than knowledge or imagination, talk of people "skulking behind munitions," let them know that the war is in the munition shops just as surely as it is in France, and that, without the rightful glory of the battlefield, our women, as well as our men, are constantly facing the perils of it.

The manager of the big factory told me afterwards there was not too much work done during the remaining hours of that night's shift, but there was no scare, and not a girl in the employ showed broken time next day.

At eight in the morning, when the night hands went out and the day hands came in, there was a tumult of excitement at the gates, with breathless stories of the fallen Zepp. and pieces of her aluminium framework handed round. The sunrise was beginning to creep up over the fields as the night girls went chattering and laughing homewards—brave daughters of a brave breed.