"I should have asked who, not what."

"I suppose they expect me to marry a Salvation Army man. They say
Harry isn't good enough. I think he is a very moral young man."

"Harry? Who is Harry?"

"Why, haven't you heard? Harry Soper. I'm engaged to him."

"The lieutenant?"

"Certainly. He's going to be promoted, though, if he ever gets on
the firing line. It's not his fault that he has to do duty in the
walled city. He's aching to get out and fight. But father---" Here
she paused, her lips coming together with a firmness that boded
ill.

"Colonel Harbin doesn't approve?"

"No--he says Harry is a 'little pup.' It's outrageous, Jane."

"Don't cry, dear. The world is full of men."

"Not for me," said Ethel dolefully. "I've picked Harry out of a
hundred or more and I think my discrimination ought to be considered.
I'm the one to be satisfied. Father has no---"

"But how about that young fellow back in New York? You used to say
he was the only one."