"Will it be a long war?"
"I think not."
"Who will go?"
"I don't know. . . . Soldiers."
"I didn't suppose we had enough. Where are we going to get more?"
"The people—" he said absently—"everybody, I suppose. How do I know, child?"
"Just ordinary people?"
"Just ordinary people," he responded quietly. A few minutes later as they entered their own street he said:
"I suppose I had better tell my wife about this to-night. I don't know—it will be in the morning papers; but I think I had better break it to her to-night."
"She will have to know—sometime—of course——"