WAR
"I won't," says Jon, solemn. "And will you make it up with Evelyn the first thing in the morning?"
"Depends on who's up first," says Dave. "Maybe she'll make it up with me."
"Yes—yes, of course," says Jon, absentminded. "Dave, you'll marry her—soon?"
"Jon, it's the lady fixes the day," says Dave. "I have tried to do it—"
"But, you'll stay right here—she'll fix the day—no matter—married or not—and see that Evelyn and the old farm are taken care of. I don't think daddy and I will be away over a couple of weeks. The war is about ended."
"Look here," says Dave, "if you don't want any sleep, I do. It would please me very much to give you both an affectionate good night! To-morrow's going to be an awful day."
"Yes," says Jon—but he didn't move. Just sat there fascinated like a snake, never taking his eyes off of Dave. Dave did all the talking—or rather laughing—making game of the war and soldier business.
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