“Splendid! I have not had such an exciting ride since one time when I was racing with my ambulance in France to clear a cross-roads ahead of a shell that was on the way there,” declared Grace.
“I was goin’ to ask you ’bout the war. You must have seen some big ones—big shells?”
“Never got hit, did you!”
“I was wounded three times.”
“You don’t say!” Ike gazed at her with new interest. “Was he in the war, too?” referring to Hippy.
“Yes, as an aviator, and fought many battles in the air. All the young women who are with us on this drive also saw service in the war zone in France. They were a part of the Overton College Unit that went overseas for the Red Cross.”
“Must have been purty bad business, thet.”
“It was, but I would not have missed it for anything. Did many men from your city go to the war?”
Ike nodded.