“The British Navy hasn't,” was Landover's reply.
“What's the use of speculating about the war?” said Percival, as he threw himself on the grass at Ruth's feet. “Either it's over or it isn't, and here we sit absolutely in the dark. They might as well be fighting on Mars as over in Europe, so far as we are concerned. For God's sake, let's not even think about the war. We'll all go crazy if we do.”
“You're right,” said Fitts, gloomily.
“In any case,” said Malone, “Trigger Island has done all that any self-respecting government can do. She has declared war on Germany. We have nothing to be ashamed of. Still, I'd feel better if we could fire a few shots at the dirty blackguards.”
“The war is over,” said Olga, staring up at the stars. “The Germans are beaten. I have said so for many months, have I not?”
“You have,” agreed Malone. “But I don't see that you have anything on the Kaiser. He said it was over in 1914.”
“'Don't argue with him, Olga,” said young Mrs. Malone. “He's Irish.”
“Like all Irishers he's longing for something he'll never get,” said Fitts, drily.
“And what is that?” inquired Mrs. Malone.
“Home-rule,” said Fitts.