“I surely will, Jo,” she promised.
“Don’t let Jo monopolize you,” said Kingdon, coming up to them at the close of the dance. “We try to give the boys plenty of recreation, and they don’t get many girls to dance with. None like you.”
Pen dutifully promised to do penance with the rank and file.
“I’ll go and ask the cook,” said Jo mournfully, “else I won’t get half rations. Then I’ll come back for you.”
Reluctantly he gave way to Gene and approached the cook.
“Say!” he asked with a quirk to his mouth, “want to hook on to the wishbone?”
“Those darned brats fetch and carry everything they hear,” she exclaimed.
“Forget it. A wishbone’s the best bone to pick anyway.”
Thereafter he waited patiently for Pen to do her duty dances and slip one in with him.
Pen went to sleep that night with blissful recollections of her wonderful dances with Jo and a vague curiosity as to whether Kurt Walters could dance.