"Hey, nurse!" the fat private, again seated, called to her.
To his dismay she came to stand beside him, refreshed, radiant.
"What you think of the war?" he asked.
He was embarrassed by her nearness. He had proposed badinage at a suitable distance.
"This war is nothing," said the girl.
"No?" The private was entertained.
"Nothing! A bore, of course, but it will end in a minute."
"Sure it will!" agreed the private. "Don't let no one tell you different."
"I should think not! This man's war won't bother me any more."
"Not any more?" demanded the private with insinuating emphasis.