Finally she was despatched to produce a collection of Army badges and buttons--scalps Julie called them.

When they came they turned them over.

All ranks were represented, or nearly so, and most regiments that either could remember.

There were Canadian, Australian, and South African badges, and at last Julie declared that only one was wanting.
"What will you give for this officer's badge ?" she demanded, seizing hold of one of Peter's Maltese crosses.
The girl looked at it curiously.

"What is it ?" she said.
"It's the badge of the Sacred Legion," said Julie gravely.