After watching from the window for a few moments, she turned to the telephone and called up Claude’s house, asking Enid whether she would mind if he came there for dinner.  “Mahailey and I get lonesome with Mr. Wheeler away so much,” she added.

“Why, no, Mother Wheeler, of course not.”  Enid spoke cheerfully, as she always did.  “Have you any one there you can send over to tell him?”

“I thought I would walk over myself, Enid.  It’s not far, if I take my time.”

Mrs. Wheeler left the house a little before noon and stopped at the creek to rest before she climbed the long hill.  At the edge of the field she sat down against a grassy bank and waited until the horses came tramping up the long rows.  Claude saw her and pulled them in.

“Anything wrong, Mother?” he called.

“Oh, no!  I’m going to take you home for dinner with me, that’s all.  I telephoned Enid.”  He unhooked his team, and he and his mother started down the hill together, walking behind the horses.  Though they had not been alone like this for a long while, she felt it best to talk about impersonal things.

“Don’t let me forget to give you an article about the execution of that English nurse.”

“Edith Cavell?  I’ve read about it,” he answered listlessly.  “It’s nothing to be surprised at.  If they could sink the Lusitania, they could shoot an English nurse, certainly.”

“Someway I feel as if this were different,” his mother murmured.  “It’s like the hanging of John Brown.  I wonder they could find soldiers to execute the sentence.”

“Oh, I guess they have plenty of such soldiers!”

Mrs. Wheeler looked up at him.  “I don’t see how we can stay out of it much longer, do you?  I suppose our army wouldn’t be a drop in the bucket, even if we could get it over.  They tell us we can be more useful in our agriculture and manufactories than we could by going into the war.  I only hope it isn’t campaign talk.  I do distrust the Democrats.”

Claude laughed.  “Why, Mother, I guess there’s no party politics in this.”

She shook her head.  “I’ve never yet found a public question in which there wasn’t party politics.  Well, we can only do our duty as it comes to us, and have faith.  This field finishes your fall work?”

“Yes.  I’ll have time to do some things about the place, now.  I’m going to make a good ice-house and put up my own ice this winter.”

“Were you thinking of going up to Lincoln, for a little?”

“I guess not.”

Mrs. Wheeler sighed.  His tone meant that he had turned his back on old pleasures and old friends.

“Have you and Enid taken tickets for the lecture course in Frankfort?”

“I think so, Mother,” he answered a little impatiently.  “I told her she could attend to it when she was in town some day.”

“Of course,” his mother persevered, “some of the programs are not very good, but we ought to patronize them and make the best of what we have.”