“Please have my uniform left out for me,” I said, “I shall put it on before dinner.”
“Surely,” said my wife, “you’re not going out to-night? I don’t think you ought to.”
“Duty, my dear,” I said.
“Just fancy,” said Janet, “if the Germans came and father wasn’t there! We might be murdered in our beds!”
I am sometimes not quite sure whether Janet means to scoff or is in serious earnest On this occasion I was inclined to think that she was poking fun at the Veterans’ Corps. I frowned at her.
“You’ll get dreadfully wet,” said my wife.
“Not the least harm in that,” I said cheerily.
“It’ll give you another cold in your head,” said Janet
This time she was certainly sneering. I frowned again.
“Of course,” said my wife, “it won’t matter to you. You’re so strong and healthy. Nothing does you any harm.”