The Romantic

by May Sinclair

"I wouldn't," Sutton said. "It might give a bad impression. Our turn'll come before long."

Gwinnie laughed. "It won't—unless Charlotte dines with the Colonel."

"It certainly mayn't," said Charlotte. "They may commandeer our cars and give them to McClane."

"They can't," said Gwinnie. "We're volunteers."

"They can do anything they choose. Military necessity."

Gwinnie was thoughtful.

"John," she said, "can I have one of the cars to-morrow afternoon?"

"What for?"

"Never mind. Can I?"

"You can have both the damned things if you like; they're no good to me."