“Captain Farnsworth is the best,” said Elise. “The title becomes you, Bill, and I know the uniform will.”
“I’m going to have a uniform too,” said Van Reypen, “won’t it become me?”
“Me, too,” chimed in Channing. “I’m expecting to be ordered to France any minute.”
“Why, Chickering Channing! I didn’t know that,” cried Patty. “What are you?”
“I’m an Officier de liaison.”
“What in the world is that?”
“It’s really nothing but an interpreter. But the French term is so much more impressive.”
“Indeed it is. What do you interpret?”
“Words otherwise unintelligible.”
“But I don’t understand—”