She got up and went over very softly. Then she stood in front of him and commenced to laugh and laugh.
"Pigs of Americans!" she said. "Fools to carry me! That's not a baby—its twenty cartons of cigarettes!"
Then she threw back her cloak and under it there she was dressed in Red Cross uniform.
"I disguised myself and went to the village!" she went on in perfectly good English. "And I bought all the tobacco there.
"On my way back to my own lines I was fool enough to lose my way and to cry over it! That is all!"
And its enough, aint it dear? For you do get me, dont you? Them twenty cartons of cigarettes was a miricle to us and the one we needed the most of any right at that moment. Eh, what? as the English say. And her taking such a chance to get them for Fritz shows how bad off the German army must be, don't it? And so tell this to your Ma and get her to quit that foolish anti-smoke society she's forming—because its the bunk—and I am ever your loving life and dancing partner,
Jim.
P. S. Just got your letter. That certainly is a good one on Ma. Smoking a pipe! And if you hadnt opened the door so sudden you'd never in this world of caught her. And if she does claim her grandmother did it too, all you got to say is so did many a soldier's grandmother.
P. S. No. 2. I forgot to say that a French General has given us a kiss on both cheeks and a medel for that job. And its the first time I ever got anything but a headache by going on a party.