Isn't everything fair in love and war ?" Alice drew back.

She had many times been called prim and old-fashioned, especially at school, by Joan and others when men were talked about, and the glittering life that lay beyond the walls.

Sophistication, to put it mildly, had been the order of the day in that temporary home of the young idea.

But this calm declaration of disloyalty took her color away, and her breath.

Here was honesty with a vengeance! "Joan!" she cried.