"Yes," said I gaily, "I join Pershing. Or the Legion, if the Yankees won't take a Chilean——"
Smith rapped loudly on my door:
"Is Thusis there?"
"She is," said I.
"Did she persuade you to come with us?"
"She did."
"Good business!" cried Smith. "Is your luggage ready?"
"It is."
I handed Thusis my poems, unhooked the portrait of the Admiral, and tucked it under one arm.
Thusis pinned on her distractingly smart little hat, turned, flung both arms around my neck.