TRANTO. I should love it.
JOHN. Each time I come home I wonder more and more whether you people in London have got the slightest notion what war really is. Fact! At school, it's just because we are interested in the war that we've no time for newspapers.
TRANTO. How's that?
JOHN. How's that? Well, munition workshops—with government inspectors tumbling all over us about once a week. O.T.C. work. Field days. Cramming fellows for Sandhurst. Not to mention female masters. 'Mistresses,' I ought to say, perhaps. All these things take time.
TRANTO. I never thought of that.
JOHN. No. People don't. However, I've decided to read newspapers in future—it'll be part of my scheme. That's why I was reading
The Echo . Now, I should like to ask you something about this paper of yours.
TRANTO. Yes.
JOHN. Why do you let Hilda write those articles for you about food economy stunts in the household?
TRANTO. Well—( hesitating )