"Famine everywhere--women and children dying--half a dozen bloody little wars.

And here at home we seem to be on the brink of civil war." "We oughtn't to be amusing ourselves at all!--that's the real truth of it," said Helena with gloomy decision.

"But what are we to do--women, I mean?
They told me at the hospital yesterday they get rid of their last convalescents next week.

What _is_ there for me to do?
If I were a factory girl, I should be getting unemployment benefit.

My occupation's gone--such as it was--it's not my fault!" "Marry, my dear child,--and bring up children," said Buntingford bluntly.
"That's the chief duty of Englishwomen just now." Helena flushed and said nothing.