"Rab-yit. What are you going to give her?"

"Oh, must I give her something?"

"Of course. Mother said you'd forget it. I wanted to telephone, and
she wouldn't let me."

"Would a doll do?"

"I shouldn't like a doll. But she is littler. And you mustn't spend
much money. Mother said I spent too much for my rab-yit. That I ought
to save it for Our Men. And you mustn't eat what you yike--we've got a
card in the window, and there wasn't any bacon for bref-fus."

"Breakfast."

"Yes. An' we had puffed rice and prunes--"

Nurse, coming up, was immediately on the job. "You are getting mud on
Mr. Derry's spats, Teddy. Stand up like a little gentleman."

"He is always that, Nurse, isn't he? And I should not have on spats at
this hour in the morning."

Derry smiled to himself as he left them. He knew that Nurse did not
approve of him. He had a way as it were of aiding and abetting Teddy.

But as he went on the smile faded. There were many soldiers on the
street, many uniforms, flags of many nations draping doorways where