"They stop all cars at night.

He's your side, dear; give him the glad eye." The door opened, and a red-cap looked in.

"Hospital, corporal; it's all right," said Julie, beaming at him.
"Oh, all right, miss.

Good-night," said the man, stepping back and saluting in the light of the big electric standard at the bridgehead.
"Carry on, driver!" "We're just there," said Julie; "I am sorry.

It's been rippin'.