"It's a fine thing, Jimmie, for a fellow—the army."
"Yeh, good for what ails him."
She drew him back, pulling at his shoulder so that finally he faced her.
"Jimmie!"
"Huh?"
"I got an idea."
"Shoot."
"You remember once, honey-bee, how I put it to you that night at Ceiner's how, if it was for your good, no sacrifice was too much to make."
"Forget it."
"You didn't believe it."
"Aw, say now, what's the use digging up ancient history?"