. Juvenile Instructor . e isno one in it at all, argued Thats so—-from the Germansagain—but they think theyre theboss of it and were goin to show emthev aint. Maby? slurred the allies. But, Mrs. Brown turned specu-latively to the Germans, even if yourgang gets to be boss of the road thequestion will still not be settled. Theallies will only prepare to fight towrest it from you again. with one voice, while turning theirhea^^s eagerly this way and that as iflistening for the cannonading. A bat-Mr Where is it? they demanded,taring no notice of her remark aboutits purpose, but every lit
. Juvenile Instructor . e isno one in it at all, argued Thats so—-from the Germansagain—but they think theyre theboss of it and were goin to show emthev aint. Maby? slurred the allies. But, Mrs. Brown turned specu-latively to the Germans, even if yourgang gets to be boss of the road thequestion will still not be settled. Theallies will only prepare to fight towrest it from you again. with one voice, while turning theirhea^^s eagerly this way and that as iflistening for the cannonading. A bat-Mr Where is it? they demanded,taring no notice of her remark aboutits purpose, but every little foot readyto jump in the direction she shouldpoint out. In a few seconds, however,the silence an dead calm of the next1 lock refuted her words and broughtforth a few incredulous, disappointedgrunts, Hum! Battle! Where! Do you see that small, green, framehouse yonder? she pointed to thethird dwelling on the block belowthem. Yep, chorused the soldiers of botharmies, hope reviving. Yep, reinforced the leader of the. THE VICTORIOUS AX BRIGADE Oh, well, well just keep fightingto see which can lick, vouchsafed asmall man in the making, innocentlyvoicing the reason for most wars. Pshaw! cried Mrs. Brown, thereis a -battle being wa,ged a block fromhere, that is fought for a much betterreason than that. Indeed, its purposeis very worthy and commendable. A battle! shouted all the boys German patriots, thats where ,ger lives. Shes got seven kids andtheir pas dead. Exactly, assented Mrs. Brown,nodding her head solemnly, thatswhere the battle I just mentioned isbeing fought. Generals, captains, privates lookedat each other in deep mystification. Inevery freckled, grimy face blazed a 118 THE JUVENILE INSTRUCTOR March liliy large scintillating question mark. ^ looked soberly from one to theother of her youn,g auditors. Yes, she said at last, her kindlyeyes growing a softer blue, there is abattle, desperate battle, being waged inthat little, green house. What—a—what
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