To-day there is nothing more than ruins, mud and dead bodies----

PRAYER AT NIGHT, A LITTLE VILLAGE

IN SWITZERLAND.

_December_ 26, 1916.

On entering the door, I hear Anne-Marie, who is saying her prayer _du

soir_.

"Lil' Jesus, protect papa, who is at war, mamma, my grandparents, my

little brothers----"

"Louder, Anne-Marie, the good God is neutral and does not hear----"

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