What's the use of being quartermaster if I can't arrange a lunch party to suit myself ?" Still the V.A.D.

demurred.

With her, breaking an engagement for lunch was a serious affair--was indeed taking a liberty which no English girl would think of doing.
"Oh, that's nonsense!" cried Paula.

"I'll make it perfectly all right.
Look here," she cried, wheeling upon the V.A.D., "you Britishers are so terribly correct.

I'll show you a little shirtsleeve diplomacy.
Besides, if you don't come in on this you can have the matron, and I'll take Barry," she said with a threatening smile.