play good bridge, or went to college with him, or belong to his fraternity, or can sing, or some such reason, and"
Here to my great surprise she flung down one of our two last remaining teacups and retired precipitately into the ruins. Not for us to witness her majestic grief. Rachel—or was it Naomi?—mourning for her children.
However, in a short time she reappeared and stated that she was sick of fooling round on back roads, and that we would now go directly to the Front.
"We'll never pull it off," Mr. Burton said to me in an undertone.
"She has never failed, Mr. Burton," I reminded him gravely.
Before we started Mr. Burton saw Hilda, but he came back looking morose and savage. He came directly to me.
"Look me over," he said. "Do I look queer or anything?"
"Not at all," I replied.
"Look again. I don't seem to be dying on my feet, do I? Anything wan about me? I don't totter with feebleness; do I?"
"You look as strong as a horse," I said somewhat acidly.
"Then I wish to thunder you'd tell me," he
