"Bother, I suppose it will," said Celia, and very reluctantly she took one star off each shoulder,
leaving the matter—so:
* *
And the years rolled on….
And I am still a Second Lieutenant….
I do not complain; indeed I am even rather proud of it. If I am not gaining on my original one star, at least I am keeping pace with it. I might so easily have been a corporal by now.
But I should like to have seen a little more notice taken of me in the "Gazette." I scan it every day, hoping for some such announcement as this:
"Second Lieutenant M —— to remain a Second Lieutenant."
Or this:
"Second Lieutenant M —— to be seconded and to retain his present rank of Second Lieutenant."