buck up. Hear that?" cried Cutty, throwing up a window.
"Music."
"Look through that street there. See the glint of bayonets? American soldiers, marching up Fifth Avenue, thousands of them, freemen who broke the vaunted Hindenburg Line. God bless 'em! Americans, every mother's son of 'em; who went away laughing, who returned laughing, who will go back to their jobs laughing. The ability to laugh, that's America. Do you know how to laugh?"
"I used to. I'm jolly weak just now. But I'll grin if you want me to." And Hawksley grinned.
"That's the way. A grin in this country will take you quite as far. All right. In five years you'll be voting. I'll see to that. Now back to bed with you, and no more leaving it until the nurse says so. What you need is rest."
Cutty sent a call to the nurse, who was standing undecidedly in the doorway; and together they put the derelict back to bed. Then Cutty fetched the photograph and set it on top of the dresser, where Hawksley could see it.
"Now, no more gallivanting about."
"I promise, old top. This bed is a little bit of all right. I say!"
"What?"
"How long am I to be here?"
"If you're good, two weeks," interposed the nurse.
