"Pish!"
"Very well, pish," said Jack.
Suddenly Dodo's mouth began to tremble.
"Jack, you're not playing the fool, are you?" she said. "Do you mean that?"
"I do. There's a man called Foch. And there are a million Americans now in France. An Australian boy the other day told me that they are rather rough fighters."
"Bless them!" said Dodo.
"By all means. Now don't build too much on it. It's only what some people think."
"I won't think about it. But I want a map. Gracious, it means a lot to want a map again. I got an atlas August four years ago and coloured Togoland red."
Dodo sniffed the air.