“Bunny’s gone,” said Joan. “And Wilmington.”
“They’ve written?”
“Willy came to see me.”
“Heard from any of the others?”
“Oh!... Troop.”
“Enlisted?”
“Cadet.”
“Any one else?”
“No,” said Joan, and hovered whistling faintly for a moment and then walked out of the room....
She had been counting the hours for four days, perplexed by his delay; his coming had seemed the greatest event in the world, for she had never doubted he would come back to serve, and now that he had come she met him like this!