Run along. I can't have any fun with you. Eyes off men in the service you know."
"Oh," he accused her. "You can't pretend you don't know who I am. You couldn't have been so clever if you weren't very well aware of my peculiarities."
"Who are you? Was I clever? And have you peculiarities?" she exclaimed all in one breath. "The Farnums' chauffeur snatched me up at the station at six-thirty to-night," she explained. "I haven't had five minutes alone with Alice yet. I don't even know your name. I don't even know the name of our hostess."
Her voice rang convincingly true but Vincent shook his head unpersuaded. He didn't enter into a dispute with her, however.
"How long are you going to be visiting Alice Farnum?" he asked.
"I've no idea. It's an experiment. A day or two—a week. Possibly two weeks—as long as I can stand the strenuous war-activities of a small town like this."
"Alice spends all her time at the Red Cross Headquarters," said Vincent. "Won't you be working with her?"
"Not if I know it!" shuddered this extraordinary young person. "I've brought half a tray full of novels—light novels," she specified al-
