“Tomorrow then?” she said. “I’m tired tonight. Tomorrow at eleven o’clock—”
Vassar smiled at the business-like hour.
“I’ve an important engagement at eleven that will keep me an hour. It’s Flag Day at my schools—the kiddies expect me—”
“A little device of mine to teach our boys and girls to love their country—won’t you join us tomorrow at the old Tenth Armory and inspect my forces?”
Virginia hesitated.
“All right, I will. I’ll ask Mr. Waldron to pick me up there at noon.”
“I’ll expect you at eleven.”
He pressed her hand with a new sense of uneasiness, defeat and anger which Waldron’s name had aroused.