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 "We're going to have cauliflower. I'm trying to get rid of the smell. Dinner's ready when you are, darling."

Her Jodie! His blue eyes behind the steel-rimmed spectacles, the young bulge of his cheeks when he smiled at her across the bowl of greenish double daffodils from the garden. Don't think! Say anything, do anything, but don't think.

"Did you get in to say good-by to Aunt Sarah, Joe?"

"Oh, gosh!" cried Joe, with his mouth too full of hot biscuit.

"Oh, darling! It means so much to her. Well, I'll tell her you tried to, but you were too busy. Have just a teeny other little piece, just this little bit of breast?"

She was brave up to the last minute. And then she went to pieces, just because Joe had saved his cake icing for last. Her little boy, her Jodie! Tears poured over her face; her body shivered and shuddered; every wall went down.

It was anguish to Kate that Joe was sent to France; it was glory, too. Service flags hung in the glass panel of the Driggs' front door and in the back window of the Driggs' limousine, but the mother of Joe, fighting in France, could condescend to the mother of Hoagland, safe in America, although Joe was only a