"The United States needs boys like
that; this war is going to be a long and hard one in my opinion."
"I'm afraid so," Mr. Cook agreed. "I guess we'll come out all right if we
all work hard and stick together though."
"That's it," exclaimed Riley. "We must all work together. Our personal
feelings don't count. It's what our country needs."
He said good night all around and went out.
* * * * *
The next morning Bob was out in the yard inspecting a plot of ground
where he was going to have a garden. He could not enlist, but he was
going to "do his bit" by raising a few vegetables, and thus help to
supply the country with its necessary food. He heard a step behind him
and turned to see Frank Wernberg.
Frank held out his hand. "Shake hands with me, Bob," he exclaimed. "I
want to tell you that I was wrong about that the other day, and you
were right."
Bob responded heartily. "Yes," said Frank.
"I was dead wrong. I had thought from the way father talked that he was
pro-German, but I found out that he wasn't at all.
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