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_Won't_ you let me do something for you.
You don't need any whisky for your sick boys, do you ?" Ailsa smiled and shook her head, saying they had not yet been assigned to duty.
"I haven't anything else to offer you except tobacco," said the Major ruefully, and subsided.
At Wilmington, however, he got out, and presently reappeared with hard-boiled eggs and sandwiches, a big bottle of cold, sweet milk, and a basket of fruit.

Letty awoke; realised that Ailsa had been holding her in her arms; looked at her in confusion, then impulsively bent and laid her lips against Ailsa's hands.
"Why--child--I didn't mind," faltered Ailsa, flushing in response to Letty's swift emotion.

"See what this very kind officer has brought us for dinner, dear! Isn't it delicious ?" They were as hungry as two school children and ate everything; and by and by the Major of heavy artillery came back and reversed the seat he had been occupying, and arranged it so he could sit facing them.