They stayed there in silence and without moving, their hearts beating together.
There was a knock on the door.
"Give me something," he said. "Something of yours before you go. The scarlet feather!"
She tore it from her hat and gave it to him. Then he went to the door and opened it.
[CHAPTER IX]
THE UNKNOWN WARRIOR
It was the morning of November 11, 1920, the anniversary of the Armistice, the day of the burial of the Unknown Warrior.