You have quite a family--" "Hell, Dare--don't apologize to me for my mother," burst out Blair, bitterly.
"Blair, I believe you realize what we are up against--and I don't," rejoined Lane, with level gaze upon his friend.
"Dare, can't you see we're up against worse than the Argonne ?--worse, because back here at home--that beautiful, glorious thought--idea--spirit we had is gone.

Dead!" "No, I can't see," returned Lane, stubbornly.
"Well, I guess that's one reason we all loved you, Dare--you couldn't see....

But I'll bet you my crutch Helen makes you see.

Her father made a pile out of the war.

She's a war-rich snob now.