The photograph was passed around.  Undoubtedly Sara Lee was living in a ruined village.  Certainly ruined villages were only found very near the Front.  And Rene unquestionably held a gun.  Tales of German brutalities to women had come and were coming constantly to their ears.  Mabel Andrews had written to them for supplies, and she had added to the chapter of horrors.

Briefly, the sense of the meeting was that Harvey had been brutal, but that he was right.  An older woman in a safe place they might continue to support, but none of them would assume the responsibility of the crushing out of a young girl’s life.

To be quite frank, possibly Harvey’s appeal would have carried less weight had it not coincided with Sara Lee’s request for more money.  Neither one alone would have brought about the catastrophe, but altogether they made question and answer, problem and solution.  Money was scarce.  Demands were heavy.  None of them except Mrs. Gregory had more than just enough.  And there was this additional situation to face:  there was no end of the war in sight; it gave promise now of going on indefinitely.

Joifre had said, “I nibble them.”  But to nibble a hole in the Germany Army might take years.  They had sent Sara Lee for a few months.  How about keeping her there indefinitely?

Oddly enough, it was Harvey’s sister Belle who made the only protest against the recall.

“Of course, I want her back,” she said slowly.  “You’d understand better if you had to live with Harvey.  I’m sorry, Mrs. Gregory, that he spoke to you as he did, but he’s nearly crazy.”  She eyed the assembly with her tired shrewd eyes.  “I’m no talker,” she went on, “but Sara Lee has done a big thing.  We don’t realize, I guess, how big it is.  And I think we’ll just about kill her if we bring her home.”

“Better to do that than to have her killed over there,” some one said.

And in spite of Belle’s protest, that remained the sense of the meeting.  It was put to the vote and decided to recall Sara Lee.  She could bring a report of conditions, and if she thought it wise an older woman could go later, to a safer place.

Belle was very quiet that evening.  After dinner she went to Harvey’s room and found him dressing to go out.

“I’m going with a crowd to the theater,” he said.  “First week of the summer stock company, you know.”

He tied his tie defiantly, avoiding Belle’s eyes in the mirror.

“Harvey,” she said, “they’re going to bring Sara Lee home.”

He said nothing, but his hands shook somewhat.  “And I think,” Belle said, “that you will be sorry for what you have done—­all the rest of your life.”

XXI

By the time Henri was well enough to resume his former activities it was almost the first of May.  The winter quiet was over with a vengeance, and the Allies were hammering hard with their first tolerably full supply of high-explosive shells.