Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/230

WAR "Lord, I don't know."

"Didn't she tell you?"

"N-no," says Dave, "I don't think she could. No one can. Something's got to happen to let us know. Maybe it's because she's a rebel. She thinks that she's the whole thing, and soon she'll have us licked and begging for our lives. She's going to try to save ours for us, so's we can beg."

"You think that's it?" asks I. Dave nods.

"Well, what's the harm in letting her think so hereafter, if she's happy with it? It's better than a fight with her. As soon as it wears off and she finds herself the only one still fighting, she'll get lonely and stop. I don't care whether she's a rebel or not, if she just stays Evelyn. I guess we all feel mighty mean about the other night. Why are you recalling it?"

"What else did she say, Davy?" asks I.

"What else? Um—she said she loved me, daddy."

"Uhu! And what did you say, Davy?"

"I said that I loved her." 214