"Must you?" says she, quiet.
"I can't take it out in wearin' a button or hirin' someone to hoe potatoes in the back lot," says I.
"No," says she.
"Auntie would come, I suppose?" says I.
Vee nods.
"And with Leon here," I goes on, "and Mrs. Battou, you could——"
"Yes, I could get along," she breaks in. "But—but when?"
"Right away," says I. "As soon as they can use me."
"You'll start training for a commission, then?" she asks.
"Not me," says I. "I'd be poor enough as a private, but maybe I'd help fill in one of the back rows. I don't know much about it. I'll look it up to-morrow."