She made no reply and went back into the temple.
“Please go on,” said the girl.
“Where was I?” he said. “Oh, yes, Bradshaw was hit and we were in the church, and that is about all there was to it. We had to stay there till we were relieved.”
“But you were wounded,” she said.
“Yes!” he answered. “It came near being serious, but it really was funny.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You remember,” he said, “the last summer that I was home?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember that I took some snapshots of a lot of you in the sailboat?”
“Yes,” she answered. “It was the day when you climbed part way up the mast and took us in the cockpit. You never sent me any of the prints.”