yelling, and indeed just at first he did not seem particularly glad to see us.
"Suffering cats!" he shouted. "Don't you see we're shooting? You'll be killed. Get behind the line!"
"I guess it won't defeat the Allies if you stop shooting for two minutes," Tish observed with her splendid poise. "But if you will take charge of this homemade apple butter, which I didn't trust your colonel with, we will go to your sitting room, or wherever it is you receive visitors."
There was quite a crowd of young officers round us by that time and we waited to be introduced. But Charlie Sands did not seem to think of it, so Tish put down the apple butter on the ground and said to one of them:
"Now, young man, since we seem to be in your way, perhaps you will take us to some place to wait for my nephew." Then seeing that he looked rather strange she added: "But perhaps you have never met. This is my nephew, Mr. Sands. If you will tell me who you are"
"Williams is my name," he said. "I—Major Williams. I—I've met your nephew—that is Private Sands, take these ladies to the Y. M. C. A. hut, and report back here in an hour."
Tish did not like this; nor did I. As Tish ob-
