“Oh, there's Frank Smart,” said Ethel. “I wish he would see us.”
As if in answer to her wish, Smart turned about and saw them in the crowd. Immediately he came to them.
“I didn't know you were a soldier, Frank,” said Jane, greeting him with a radiant smile.
“I had almost forgotten it myself,” said Frank. “But I was at church yesterday and I went home and looked up my uniform and here I am.”
“You are not going across, Frank, are you?” said Ethel.
“If I can. There is very strong competition between both officers and men. I have been paying little attention to soldiering for a year or so; I have been much too busy. But now things are different. If I can make it, I guess I will go.”
“Oh, Frank, YOU don't need to go, said Ethel. I mean there are heaps of men all over Canada wanting to go. Why should YOU go?”
“The question a fellow must ask himself is rather why should he stay,” replied the young officer. “Don't you think so, Jane?”
“Yes,” said Jane, drawing in her breath sharply but smiling at him.
“Do you want to go in?” asked Frank.