I always keep my full-dress togs put away, like the ass that I am.

A stitch or two, and a few lengths of whalebone would have done the trick." The German was an older woman, and less adaptable to the strange chances of War.

She was silent for a few minutes, seated in the small crater made in the cloud by her fall.

She was not exactly ugly.

She had the sort of face about which one could not help feeling that one could have done it better oneself, or at least that one could have taken more trouble.