“I have a right to mail letters if I like.”
“Then why didn’t you send them through the regular channels at the camp?”
“Who wants somebody pawing over your letters, looking at addresses?” asked Tini.
“I don’t believe anybody pries into who our letters are sent to.”
“And what business is it of yours?” Tini stopped suddenly and turned on Nancy.
“Any regulations given to this unit concern us all,” stated Nancy firmly.
“Zat so!” Tini’s tone was biting with sarcasm.
“And if I broke the regulations it would be your business to jack me up.” Suddenly Nancy’s tone became pleading. “Tini, can’t you see that all these rules are for our own good, and the safety of the boys out yonder we’re offering our lives to save?”
“I understand what we’re going into the same as you, Nancy Dale. But some of the restrictions are utterly silly.”
“We’ve got to trust the judgment of our superiors about that. They understand the whole situation better than we do.”