“And you’ll stay here till you go?” She nestled comfortably in his arms, and smiled up into his loving face.
“Nay, nay, my lady fair. I’m even now on my way to Springfield.”
“Springfield! Whatever for?”
“Making some tests for the Government.”
“Tests of what?”
“Honey-girl, you can’t understand,—but it’s a test of the water- or moisture-resisting qualities of certain explosives used in the setting off of blasts——”
“Oh, Little Billee, you’ll be blown up!”
“Well, we’ll hope not.”
“Why can’t the people who make the explosives do their own testing?”
“You see, it has to be a Government test,—to decide between various competitors.”