“Yes, drafted, friends and fellow citizens!”
“Elfie, you are crazed,” said Erminie.
“No, not ‘crazed’—conscripted! You always hit upon the right initial, but not on the right word!” replied Elfie.
“You do not mean to say, in sober earnest, that you are drafted, Miss Fielding? Such a thing was never heard of! Women have enlisted, and have served; but always when disguised as men. I never in my life heard of a woman being drafted. Such an event would be impossible,” said Lieutenant Ethel.
“‘Impossible!’ Lor!” mocked Elfie. “Are you so young and green as not to know impossible things constantly happen? And here is the proof in black and white.”
“If that document is the official summons of a drafted man, it proves beyond a doubt that it was never intended for you,” urged the young officer.
“For whom then?” mockingly inquired Elfie.
“Why, of course, for some individual who was enrolled under that name.”
“All right! I was the individual enrolled under that name.”
“You, Elfie!” exclaimed all her companions, in a breath.