Miller Douglas was a big, strapping, uncouth lad, who thought Mary Vance's tongue uncommonly gifted and Mary Vance's white eyes stars of the first magnitude; and neither of them had the least inkling why Jem Blythe wanted to hoist the lighthouse flag.

"What does it matter if there's going to be a war over there in Europe?
I'm sure it doesn't concern us." Walter looked at her and had one of his odd visitations of prophecy.
"Before this war is over," he said--or something said through his lips--"every man and woman and child in Canada will feel it--you, Mary, will feel it--feel it to your heart's core.

You will weep tears of blood over it.

The Piper has come--and he will pipe until every corner of the world has heard his awful and irresistible music.

It will be years before the dance of death is over--years, Mary.