'Ra-ther. He says if I don't write him every day after he buzzes back, he'll stick his head over the parapet and spoil a Hun bullet.'
'Those things come easily to Horace.'
'Oh, do they? I notice he doesn't go to you to say them.'
'No,' said Elise with a smile, 'that is so. Think of the thrills I miss.'
'Now don't get sarcastic. If Horry wants to make a fuss over me, that's his business.'
'What about your husband at the front?'
'My husband and I understand each other perfectly,' said the girl, glancing critically at the picture of two parted, carmined lips in the mirror. 'He wouldn't want me to be lonely. He knows I have my boy friends, and he's not such a fool as to be jealous. You want to wake up, Elise—things have changed. A woman who sticks at home and meets her darling hubby at night with half-a-dozen squalling kids and a pair of carpet slippers—no thanks! The war has shown that women are going to have just as much liberty as the men. We've taken it; and I tell you the men like us all the better for it.'
'You think that because every man you meet kisses you.'
'Elise!'
'Good heavens! Don't they?'