“That’s fine of them,” he granted.
“They couldn’t when one has no thought, only to be kind to them——”
“You think they see that at once?”
“They must.”
“A man doesn’t know all about soldiers simply because he ‘soldiers’ with them,” Morning said.
“And then——”
“Yes——”
“They look at me and it’s very plain that I come just to be good to them.... They think of me in the same way as a Salvation Army lassie or a missionary——”
“Now, that’s queer,” said he. “It didn’t occur to me at all. It would never come to me to ask you to leave a tract.”
“And I didn’t feel like a missionary, either.... Now it’s all cleared again. I must go.”