“If you ask me I don’t want to know,” Ida Hall told her. “Too much responsibility to have such knowledge.”
“I figure it’ll take at least a week to unwind all this red tape,” said Mabel. “They even want us to make our wills. Golly Moses, I haven’t anything to will anybody! Just a few pieces of cheap jewelry. Money’s never stuck to my fingers long enough for me to accumulate anything.”
“You’ll be getting more pay overseas,” Nancy reminded her. “And there won’t be any place to spend it, if we really get near the front lines.”
However, Mabel did make out a will of sorts. The two friends went together to attend to this bit of business. Nancy’s will was only a simple statement leaving all she had to her parents. As they left the office where their signatures had been witnessed Mabel said with rare seriousness, “I haven’t any near kin, Nancy, so I’m leaving all I have to you.”
“Oh, Mabel!” she exclaimed, her eyes suddenly blinded with tears.
“Not that I have anything much, but—but I’d just like you to know how you rate with me.”
Nancy squeezed her friend’s arm and said softly, “I’ve never had a friend like you, Mabel—so close I mean. You surely find out about people when you live as close to them as we have these last weeks.”
“Makes us seem we’ve already known each other a lifetime.”
Mabel, always afraid of seriousness and sentiments said with a laugh as they approached their room, “I wouldn’t have told you about it, if I’d had enough to make it worth your while to put a spider in my dumpling.”