"
"Fine!" he agreed. "Get 'em to knit less and write more letters,
cheerful letters. Tell 'em to remember that by the time their man
gets the letter the baby's tooth will be through. There are a good
many men in the army-camps to-day vicariously cutting teeth. Get
after 'em, Audrey! A worried man is a poor soldier."
After he had gone, she had the nurse bring her paper and pencil,
and she wrote, rather incoherently, it is true, her first appeal to
the women of the country. It was effective, too. Audrey was an
effective person. When Clayton came for his daily visit she had
just finished it, and was reading it over with considerable
complacency.
"I've become an author, Clay," she said, "I think myself I'm
terribly good at it. May I read it to you?"
He listened gravely, but with a little flicker of amusement in his
eyes. How like her it was, to refuse to allow herself even time to
get entirely well! But when she finished he was thoughtful. She
had called it "Slacker Women.
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