Listen to it!
Except that it was dated from some barracks, I didn't notice the address. My eye had at once caught the first sentence:
"My dear Joan,—They say a woman never forgets the first man who has kissed her——"
Wouldn't those words give any girl a jolt? They, startled me, even in my stricken state. "The first man who'd ever kissed me"—but the first and only man had been Harry himself! What on earth was the meaning of this, in a stranger's handwriting? It went on:
"That is why I have the cheek to write to you. Now you'll turn to the end of this letter to see who I am."
Exactly what I found myself doing, breathlessly!
CHAPTER II
TWO VOICES CALL
"Do you remember that day in November
Long, long ago; long ago?"
—OLD SONG.
"Who'll grow the bread of Victory?
Who'll keep the country clean?
Who'll reap Old England golden?
Who'll sow her thick and green?
Carry on, carry on! for the men and boys are gone,
But the furrow shan't lie fallow while the women carry on."
—JANET BEGBIE.