“I see no reason why we can’t tell our family and friends what we’ve been doing. I didn’t let out any military secrets in those letters.”
“The other night under the net you asked me how to spell camouflage. You were evidently telling them about our instructions in camouflage.”
Tini’s fair face flushed. “Well, what of it?” she snapped. “It’s no secret that our men use camouflage.”
“You shouldn’t write about it for the simple reason that Lieutenant Hauser ordered us to say nothing of the things we’ve been doing on this trip. Those are orders. The very fact that you tried to get somebody outside to post your letters proves you have a guilty conscience about the whole business.”
“And where did you get the right to jack me up about anything I do?”
“I have only the right that every American should use—to try to see that information about our military activities doesn’t get into the hands of our enemies.”
“So you’re implying that my family and friends are enemies!” Tini’s eyes were flashing fire now.
“Oh, Tini, this is so absurd,” mourned Nancy.
“Of course it’s absurd your trying to stop my sending mail out.”
Suddenly Nancy lost all patience. She stopped short and by her very manner forced Tini to stop. “You have no reason in you, Tini!” she exclaimed. “Now I’ll give you two choices—you either hand those letters to Lieutenant Hauser to be mailed, or burn them.”