“Mrs. Merivale it’s years since I’ve eaten such delicious sweet potatoes.... These taste like yams.”
“They are good.... It’s just the way I have them cooked.”
“Well it was a great war while it lasted,” said Merivale.
“Where were you Armistice night, Jimmy?”
“I was in Jerusalem with the Red Cross. Isn’t that absurd?”
“I was in Paris.”
“So was I,” said Ellen.
“And so you were over there too Helena? I’m going to call you Helena eventually, so I might as well begin now.... Isn’t that interesting? Did you and Jimmy meet over there?”
“Oh no we were old friends.... But we were thrown together a lot.... We were in the same department of the Red Cross—the Publicity Department.”
“A real war romance,” chanted Mrs. Merivale. “Isn’t that interesting?”