"Don't you dare, you impudent—"
"And don't you dare bristle at me, or I'll—"
"Oh, never mind!" the little boy intervened. "I think I know now how wars begin."
* * *
At our entry into the World War, a popular young man enlisted and before setting forth for camp in his uniform made a round of farewell calls. The girl who first received him made an insistent demand:
"You'll think of me every single minute when you're in those stupid old trenches!"
"Every minute," he agreed solemnly.
"And you'll kiss my picture every night."
"Twice a night," he vowed, with the girl's pretty head on the shoulder of the new uniform coat.
"And you'll write me long, long letters?" she pleaded.