This Grace did. Along toward noon she was awakened by Elfreda, who was shaking her.
“Grace Harlowe, do you know where we are?” demanded Miss Briggs.
“Of course I do,” muttered Grace.
“Where?”
“In a camion on our way to the Rhine. Did you only now discover that?”
“What a sleepy-head! I knew that hours ago, but what was the use in raising a row? We could not be better off.”
“Yes, but our mess,” protested Elfreda.
“We have sufficient in our kits for our needs. Let’s be sensible and take it easy while we may. Think what a lovely time we are missing. We might have had to walk.”
“First this brave soldier would have deserted. The last walk was exercise enough to last me for the rest of my life. Is it your intention to stay in this wagon all day?”