Ruth Fielding at the War Front; Or, the Hunt for the Lost Soldier

It was a midwinter day, yet the air was balmy. The trees were bare-limbed but with a haze clothing them in the distance that seemed almost that of returning verdure. The grass, even in mid-winter, showed green. A bird sang lustily in the hedge. Up the grassy lane walked a girl in the costume of the active Red Cross worker-an intelligent looking girl with a face that, although perhaps not perfect in form, was possessed of an expression that was alluring.