She did not look up.
"Good-night, dear," planting an indecisive kiss on her hair.
"Good-night."
Probably Hollis would be in uniform, he reflected. The boy hadn't lost any time in joining the Yale Battery, when the President's initial break with Germany foreshadowed war.
Just after dinner, his brother Ned charged up. "Hell-o, Pell! Didn't expect to see me, did you? Father let me come, because Hollis was here."
"Aren't we the young sport!"
"There he is—Hey, Hollis! Here's Pell!"
The brother, fine-looking in his well-pressed khaki, came over unhurriedly. "Hello, Pelham. How you making out?"
"Oh, all right. I'm working for the United Charities, you know—Labor Legislation Committee."
"Still fooling with that socialist crew?"