Time passed quickly, as always it does when there is work to do. Round

the ruined houses the gray grass turned green again, and in travesties

of gardens early spring flowers began to show a touch of color.

The first of them greeted Sara Lee one morning as she stood on her

doorstep in the early sun. She gathered them and placed them, one on

each grave, in the cemetery near the poplar trees, where small wooden

crosses, sometimes surmounted by a cap, marked many graves.

Marie, a silent subdued Marie, worked steadily in the little house. She

did not weep, but now and then Sara Lee found her stirring something on

the stove and looking toward the quiet mill in the fields. And once

Sara Lee, surprising that look on her face, put her arms about the girl

and held her for a moment. But she did not say anything. There was

nothing to say.

With the opening up of the spring came increased movement and activity

among the troops. The beach and the sand dunes round La Panne were

filled with drilling men, Belgium's new army. Veterans of the winter,

at rest behind the lines, sat in the sun and pared potatoes for the

midday meal. Convalescents from the hospital appeared in motley

garments from the Ambulance Ocean and walked along the water front,

where the sea, no longer gray and sullen, rolled up in thin white lines

of foam to their very feet. Winter straw came out of wooden sabots.

Winter-bitten hands turned soft. Canal boats blossomed out with great

washings. And the sentry at the gun emplacement in the sand up the

beach gave over gathering sticks for his fire, and lay, when no one was

about, in a hollow in the dune, face to the sky.

So spring came to that small fragment of Belgium which had been saved,

spring and hope. Soon now the great and powerful Allies would drive out

the Huns, and all would be as it had been. Splendid rumors were about.

The Germans were already yielding at La Bassee. There was to be a great

drive along the entire Front, and hopefully one would return home in

time for the spring planting.

A sort of informal council took place occasionally in the little house.

Maps replaced the dressings on the table in the salle a manger, and

junior officers, armed with Sara Lee's box of pins, thrust back the

enemy at various points and proved conclusively that his position was

untenable. They celebrated these paper victories with Sara Lee's tea,

and went away the better for an hour or so of hope and tea and a girl's

soft voice and quiet eyes.




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