“Say! What’s this?” The girl’s lips parted. “I didn’t say I was the colonel—only his yeoman!”
At that they both laughed.
“I heard you the first time,” Gale said at last. “By the way, your first name is Isabelle, isn’t it?”
“Yes, and the last is Jackson.”
“Well, Isabelle Jackson, you’re an angel sent from Heaven. There are a few little things I want from the colonel, and the colonel’s secretary is just the one to get them for me.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Isabelle replied modestly. “Just what is it you want?”
“The colonel is going back to Burma?” Gale leaned forward eagerly.
“Oh, undoubtedly!”
“And very soon?”
“That, of course, I couldn’t tell you, even if I knew.”