“That’s not all.” The Lieutenant’s eyes shone. “Learning to drill properly is learning to obey orders. That’s necessary. If I say to you, ‘Take this message down that road where the bullets are flying,’ you’ve jolly well got to do it.”
“I—I see,” Norma repeated.
“You don’t mind this drilling, do you?”
“I love it!” This time Norma’s eyes shone.
“I thought so. And you know a great deal about it—perhaps more than most of us.”
“Per—perhaps,” the girl agreed, hesitatingly.
“With your permission, I am going to suggest that you be given a company to drill.”
“Oh! Oh, please! No!” Norma held up a hand.
“Wait.” The tone was low. “You saw me examining recruits?”
“Yes.”