“No.”
“Why did you come over here then?”
“I wanted to see you.” There was a sound of a deep hunger in his voice.
“Well, we’re awfully glad to see you, surely. Is there anything we can do for you?”
“No, Just let me look at you”—there was frank honesty in his eyes, a deep undertone of reverence in his voice, not even a hint of gallantry or flattery, only a loyal homage.
“Just let me look at you—and——” he hesitated.
“And what?”
“And cook some doughnuts.”
“Why, of course!” said the girls cheerily, “but you must lie down and sleep awhile first. We’ll fix a place for you.”
“I don’t want to lie down,” said the soldier determinedly, “I don’t want to waste the time.”