“I wonder if she's got the nerve,” said Paula to Captain Neil as they stood looking after them.
“I wonder,” said Captain Neil, looking at her. “Would you?”
“Would I,” said Paula, with sudden shyness. “I—but you are not going away in two days.”
“No, thank the good Lord,” said Captain Neil, fervently, “but, Paula, I'll not forget.”
At Pitlochry they found their mail awaiting them.
“A telegram for you, Barry,” said Paula, who had assumed the duty of postman.
They all paused in examining their mail to watch Barry open his wire.
“Guess,” he shouted, holding his telegram high.
“Oh, glory, I know!” exclaimed Paula. “Extended leave. How much?”
“'Oh, excellent young maid, how much elder art thou than thy looks!'”