He came down after a time, stooping his tall figure in the low doorway,

and said he would like some tea. So Marie put the kettle on, and Sara

Lee and the King talked. It was all rather dazing. Every now and then

she forgot certain instructions whispered her by the general, and after

a time the King said: "Why do you do that, mademoiselle?"

For Sara Lee, with an intent face and moving lips, had been stepping

backward.

Sara Lee flushed to the eyes.

"Because, sire, I was told to remain at a distance of six feet."

"But we are being informal," said the King, smiling. "And it is a very

little room."

Sara Lee, who had been taught in the schoolroom that kings are usurpers

of the divine rights of the people--Sara Lee lost just a bit of her

staunch democracy that day. She saw the King of the Belgians for what

he really was, a ruler, but a symbol as well. He represented his

country, as the Flag she loved represented hers. The flag was America,

the King was Belgium. That was all.

It was a very humble and flushed Sara Lee who watched the gray car go

flying up the street later on. She went in and told the whole story to

Harvey's picture, but it was difficult to feel that he was hearing. His

eyes were turned away and his face was set and stern. And, at last, she

gave it up. This thing which meant so much to her would never mean

anything to Harvey. She knew, even then, what he would say.

"Decorate you! I should think they might. Medals are cheap. Everybody

over there is getting medals. You feed their men and risk your life and

your reputation, and they give you a thing to pin on. It's cheap at the

price."

And later on those were Harvey's very words. But to be fair to him they

were but the sloughing of a wound that would not heal.

That evening Henri came again. He was, for the first time, his gay self

again--at least on the surface. It was as though, knowing what he was

going into, he would leave with Sara Lee no feeling, if he never

returned, that she had inflicted a lasting hurt. He was everywhere in

the little house, elbowing his way among the men with his cheery

nonsense, bantering the weary ones until they smiled, carrying hot water

for Sara Lee and helping her now and then with a bad dressing.

"If you would do it in this fashion, mademoiselle," he would say, "with

one turn of the bandage over the elbow--"




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