I feel it in my bones." For the first time, Linda's joy laugh rang over Peter Morrison's possession.
"I don't know about that," she said gaily.

"He's a wide-awake specimen; he has led his class for four years when the Jap didn't get ahead of him.

But, all foolishness aside, take my word for it, Peter, you'll be sorry if you don't build this house big enough for your dream lady and for all the little dreams that may spring from her heart." "Nightmares, you mean," said Henry Anderson.

"I can't imagine a bunch of kids muddying up this spring and breaking the bushes and using slingshots on the birds." "Yes," said Linda with scathing sarcasm, "and wouldn't our government be tickled to death to have a clear spring and a perfect bush and a singing bird, if it needed six men to go over the top to handle a regiment of Japanese!" Then Peter Morrison laughed.
"Well, your estimate is too low, Linda," he said in his nicest drawling tone of voice.

"Believe me, one U.S.kid will never march in a whole regiment of Japanese.