But," he added earnestly, "after all, in this war everything personal is so small.

Besides, he was so splendid, you know, and the boys told me he played the game up there right to the end.

So I'm not going to shame him; at least, I'm trying not to." But bright as was Barry's smile, Paula caught the quivering of his lips, and turned quickly away from him.
After a moment or two of silence, she cried, with her old impulsiveness, "Now you will both lunch with me.

I'm the quartermaster of this outfit, and have a small parlour of my own.

We shall have a lovely, cosy time, just Miss Vincent, you and myself together." "But," replied the V.A.D., "I have just arranged with the matron to lunch with her." "Oh, rubbish! I'll cut that out, all right.