“It means he considers our situation very serious.  It’s not like him to telegraph except in case of illness.”  Mrs. Wheeler rose and walked distractedly to the telephone box, as if it might further disclose her husband’s state of mind.

“But what a queer message!  It was addressed to you, too, Mother, not to me.”

“He would know how I feel about it.  Some of your father’s people were seagoing men, out of Portsmouth.  He knows what it means when our shipping is told where it can go on the ocean, and where it cannot.  It isn’t possible that Washington can take such an affront for us.  To think that at this time, of all times, we should have a Democratic administration!”

Claude laughed.  “Sit down, Mother.  Wait a day or two.  Give them time.”

“The war will be over before Washington can do anything, Mrs. Wheeler,” Ernest declared gloomily, “England will be starved out, and France will be beaten to a standstill.  The whole German army will be on the Western front now.  What could this country do?  How long do you suppose it takes to make an army?”

Mrs. Wheeler stopped short in her restless pacing and met his moody glance.  “I don’t know anything, Ernest, but I believe the Bible.  I believe that in the twinkling of an eye we shall be changed!”

Ernest looked at the floor.  He respected faith.  As he said, you must respect it or despise it, for there was nothing else to do.

Claude sat leaning his elbows on the table.  “It always comes back to the same thing, Mother.  Even if a raw army could do anything, how would we get it over there?  Here’s one naval authority who says the Germans are turning out submarines at the rate of three a day.  They probably didn’t spring this on us until they had enough built to keep the ocean clear.”

“I don’t pretend to say what we could accomplish, son.  But we must stand somewhere, morally.  They have told us all along that we could be more helpful to the Allies out of the war than in it, because we could send munitions and supplies.  If we agree to withdraw that aid, where are we?  Helping Germany, all the time we are pretending to mind our own business!  If our only alternative is to be at the bottom of the sea, we had better be there!”

“Mother, do sit down!  We can’t settle it tonight.  I never saw you so worked up.”

“Your father is worked up, too, or he would never have sent that telegram.”  Mrs. Wheeler reluctantly took up her workbasket, and the boys talked with their old, easy friendliness.

When Ernest left, Claude walked as far as the Yoeders’ place with him, and came back across the snow-drifted fields, under the frosty brilliance of the winter stars.  As he looked up at them, he felt more than ever that they must have something to do with the fate of nations, and with the incomprehensible things that were happening in the world.  In the ordered universe there must be some mind that read the riddle of this one unhappy planet, that knew what was forming in the dark eclipse of this hour.  A question hung in the air; over all this quiet land about him, over him, over his mother, even.  He was afraid for his country, as he had been that night on the State House steps in Denver, when this war was undreamed of, hidden in the womb of time.