[Enter from the house Fair, Bev, and Charlotte Hillary. She is
a young girl of some twenty-two or three years, tall,
slender, and very pretty, with somewhat premature dignity.
She is dressed in a soft blue cotton dress, much like
Fair's. She enters smiling and evidently inspired by the
gay mood of Fair and Bev.

Charlotte (laughing). So I'm to be told the great secret, am I?
What can it be? A new dress for Fair, or have some of your soldier
friends made you happy with some trophy of the fight. Bev?

Fair. She came near it, didn't she, Bev? But you couldn't really
guess, not if you tried all night.

Bev. Remember you promised not to say a word to any one.

Char. I promise. But really I can't wait another minute; do tell
me, quick.

Bev (who is searching behind a bush near the house). I say, Fair,
where'd you put it? 'Twas here last night.

Fair. I found Cupid digging round that bush and I knew he'd find
it and tell, so I hid it here. (She reaches under the steps, drawing out
a small paper parcel. She unrolls the paper, drawing out the half
finished coat of a boy's uniform. It is made from pale-blue flannel,
very soft, and evidently from some dress of her own. The armlets are
embroidered in red cotton). Here it is. Now guess, Charlotte, before we
tell you?