“Wait a minute. Here’s a girl I know,” he said to Bert, and led his companion inside.
“Well, Captain Ware!” she exclaimed. “I was wondering if I should ever see you again. What have you been doing? Have you been to the front?”
“No. I’m anchored in Paris. And you?”
“I’ve been down at Tours, but now I’ve been ordered to report at headquarters here. I don’t know where I shall be sent.”
“Better get assigned to Paris,” he said, rashly, “then we can play around together.”
“I don’t know.... I’d rather be nearer things. It’s more interesting.”
“Anyhow, you’ll be here a day or two. Can’t you take dinner with me to-morrow”——he stopped, hesitated, got a bit red, and finished, lamely—“soon?”
“It looks as if I might have competition as a playmate,” she said, dryly. “Is she nice? Who is she? Red Cross or Y. M. C. A.?”
“Neither.”
She laughed. “And your French is so miserable,” she said. “How do you talk to her?”