"A war? A war indeed," he said again. "What an extraordinary—Who's—What put such a thing into your head?"
She said, "Is there?"
The boy gave a half-amazed, half-uneasy laugh. He retorted, "What d'you mean, Gwenna? A war where?"
She said flutteringly, "Anywhere."
"Oh," he said, and laughed as if relieved. "Always some war, somewhere. Frontier shows in India, and so on. There is some scrapping going on in Europe too, now, you know. Looks as if Austria and Servia were going to have a set-to. You mean that."
"No, I don't," persisted the Welsh girl, to whom these places seemed indescribably remote and beside the mark. "I mean ... a war to do with us, like."
"Us——?"
"To do with England."
"But——" he said, frowning. "Why, how absurd! A war with England? Why ... of course not. Why should you think of it?"
She cleared her throat and answered with another tremulous question.