Lucie drew a little sigh. “It will be strange to think of you married, Annette. Here we are seeing each other daily just as we did before the war, and the time will come when you will be in one place and I in another.”
“Perhaps not. We might both continue to be here.”
“Oh, no, for as soon as we dare we must go back to have the home all ready for my mother.”
Annette was silent. She felt very uncertain that Lucie’s hopes were to be fulfilled. Then she briskly changed the subject. “Would you embroider this all the way around, or would you only put a little in front?”
Lucie gave the matter due consideration, but had not decided when there came a call from below stairs. “Annette, Annette. Come at once.”
Down went Annette’s work as she hastily ran to answer the call. Although Lucie was full of curiosity she decided that she would not follow. If she had been wanted the call would have included herself. So she sat quite still, presently looking around to see if Pom Pom were near. He could be relied upon not to be very far off, and this time was discovered under Lucie’s chair.
Annette was gone a long time, so that Lucie began to wonder what was keeping her and was about to go in search of her when her friend appeared, looking very flushed and excited. “It is so strange, so very strange,” she began, “just as we were talking of it.”
“Not trouble!” exclaimed Lucie, “not more trouble.”
“No, I hope not.” A little smile flitted across Annette’s face. “It is about Gaspard. He is coming, and—”
“And—.” Lucie looked her understanding.