And now she discovered among them to her delight a second letter from George, unopened.

What unexpected joy! It too was dated--'Somewhere in France'-- and had been written two days after the letter she had opened in the morning.
'My darling--we're having a real jolly time here--in an old village, far behind the line, and it is said we shall be here for three whole weeks.

Well, some of us really wanted it, for the battalion has been in some very hot fighting lately, and has had a nasty bit of the line to look after for a long time--with nothing very much to show for it.

My platoon has lost some of its best men, and I've been pretty badly hit, as some of them were real chums of mine--the bravest and dearest fellows.

And I don't know why, but for the first time, I've been feeling rather jumpy and run down.