“That coffee smells just right,” was the reply.
“Doughnuts—a sweet roll, or cookies?”
“A—a sweet roll. But please let me get them!”
“No! No! Permit me!” Lieutenant Warren was away.
“That training you received at college was fine,” the Lieutenant said when they were seated. “Grand stuff. I only wish all colleges went in for it. And they will. Our quota now is a hundred and fifty thousand. It will be a half million before you know it.”
“But Lieutenant Warren!” Norma’s brow puckered. “We’re not to carry guns, are we?”
“No. That’s not contemplated.”
“Then why all this drilling?”
“We’re going in for hard things—driving trucks, carrying messages on motorcycles, repairing radios, cars, airplanes. We’re to take the places of soldiers so they can carry guns and fight. We’ve got to be hard—hard as nails.”
“I—I see.”