“And what is to be on that new leaf?” she asked brightly.
“Just me. Pay a little attention to yours truly. Remember that in a week I shall go aboard the transport again, and then——”
“Oh, Tom!” she murmured, clasping her hands, “I don’t want to think of it. If this awful war would only end!”
“It’s the only war so far that hasn’t ended,” he said. “And I have a feeling, anyway, that it may not last long. Henri and I have got to hurry back to finish it up. Leave it to us, Ruth,” and he smiled.
But Ruth sighed. “I suppose I shall have to, Tommy-boy,” she said. “And do finish it quickly! I do not feel as though I could return to college, or write another scenario, or do a single, solitary thing until peace is declared.”
“And then?” asked Tom, significantly.
Ruth gave him an understanding smile.
THE END