"Yes, of course," replied Gladys.
"I don't like it," continued the little boy. "Do you, Gladys?"
"It isn't like what I thought," said Gladys; "nothing's like what I thought. I don't think when we go home again, Roger, that I'll ever play at pretend games any more."
"How do you mean when we go home?" said Roger. "Where's home?"
"Oh, I don't know; I said it without thinking. Roger——"
"What?" said Roger.
"Are you hungry?" asked Gladys.
"A little; are you?"
"Yes, I think I am, a little," replied Gladys. "I couldn't eat all that meat and stuff they gave us last night. I wanted our tea."
"And bread and butter," suggested Roger.