“Oh, Francie!” murmured that utterly demoralized youth.
“And where are your headquarters located, Major?” enquired Miss Ryker brightly. The conversation had harped so far upon her own misdemeanours, and she was anxious to introduce a fresh topic.
“I live chiefly with the Division holding this sector,” replied Major Floyd. “I am liaison officer.”
“Don’t drop those cups. Just what does a liaison officer do?”
“I act as bell-hop between the local British Mission and the Americans. I go around paging Generals and Staff Officers—and everything,” replied the Major.
“There are no Generals here,” Miss Ryker pointed out.
“No. To-day I am having a vacation. Boone Cruttenden’s Division are in Corps Reserve near by, so I undertook to bring him up here and give him his first view of the Line.”
“How did you get here?” enquired Miss Ryker, who had not initiated the present conversation for nothing.
“On a Staff car.”
“An automobile?”