“It is. It’s gospel truth, and Farnsworth will be glad to know it. Moreover, he’ll be greatly surprised. But it will be to him valuable information. When shall you see him?”
“I don’t know. I doubt if it is soon.”
“Can you telephone—no, don’t do that. Do you have a cipher code?”
“No, we don’t. But wouldn’t a sealed and registered letter do?”
“No; it’s unsafe. Try to see him as soon as you can. Now I must go. I suppose I mayn’t ask you for anything for a—a keepsake——”
Patty’s gentle heart was touched by the sadness in the poor chap’s face, and she looked about. On the table lay a little book of verses that she was fond of and had often read.
“Take this,” she said, kindly. “It’s so tiny you can put it in your pocket.”
Gratefully he accepted the souvenir, and as he bowed himself out, Patty couldn’t help admiring his big manly figure and his military bearing.
She wandered to the piano, and absent-mindedly ran over the chorus of
“Colours flying for Victory,