Morey gave a startled look.
“Me?” he exclaimed. “A member of the Signal Corps?”
“Of course I was joking. But I never saw any one who seemed to take so naturally to this as you do.”
Morey had donned his coat and was walking with the officer toward the barracks. They discussed generally the exciting events of the day and then Morey returned to the suggestion made by his companion.
“What do you mean by joining the corps?”
“I was joking,” explained the Lieutenant. “Of course you couldn’t. You would have to enlist as a soldier. I merely thought of it because we are trying to find a few youngsters to train in this aeroplane service.”
“Well,” exclaimed Morey promptly—his eyes glittering—“why couldn’t I enlist as a soldier?”
The lieutenant looked at him in surprise.
“In the first place,” he replied with a smile, “I imagine your mother would not consent or want you to do it. You are too young.”
“But what if I had her consent?”