"I
don't know that I'd mind very much, anyway."
"Oh, now I know I'm going to cry!" wailed Grace, wiping a starting tear
with her handkerchief. "Just when we're almost at Camp, too, and apt to
meet somebody any minute--"
"Didn't you just hear Betty say," Mollie broke in, with the patient air
one assumes in speaking to little children, "that everybody who is really
worth anything has gone away on that train?"
"Well, I guess I didn't altogether mean that," said Betty thoughtfully.
"Of course there is the medical personnel that is stationed here
indefinitely and very much against its will. And, of course," she added,
after a moment's pause, "there is Sergeant Mullins."
"Goodness! we did forget all about him, didn't we?" agreed Mollie, as
though surprised at herself. "I don't know how we could have done such a
thing!"
"And he's simply desperate at being kept here," added Amy suddenly. "He's
done everything he possibly could to get away, but they say they need him
more here than on the other side, and so, of course, he can't do a thing."
"How did you know?" they asked in chorus, growing gleeful as she colored
under their gaze.
"Why, he--he told me," she stammered.
"Aha! I have you now, woman," cried Mollie, with a deep villain frown.
"Secret meetings on moonlit nights--"
"This one happened to be in the broad daylight, in the glare of noon," Amy
retorted. "And if you can find anything secret or romantic about that,
you're welcome to.
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