If the bird can swallow the worm the bird deserves the worm.

The most of us merely almost think." It was much later--an age later, it seemed to Winona--for her country, as she wrote in her journal, had crossed the Rubicon--that she went to attend a meeting of protest in a larger city than Newbern; a meeting of mothers and potential mothers who were persuaded that war was never excusable.
She had listened to much impassioned oratory, with a sickening surprise that it should leave her half-hearted in the cause of peace at any price; and she had gone to take her train for home, troubled with a monstrous indecision.

Never before had she suffered an instant's bewilderment in detecting right from wrong.
As she waited she had observed on a siding a long, dingy train, from the windows of which looked the faces of boys.

She was smitten with a quick curiosity.

There were tall boys and short boys; and a few of them were plump, but mostly they were lean, with thin, browned faces, and they were all ominously uniformed.