I have just been sitting next Lady Maud, this babe's mother, and she told me an invitation came for the babe from some great house last week, addressed to 'Miss Luton and partner'-- whereon Lady Maud wrote back--'My daughter has no partner and I shall be very happy to bring her.' Rather a poke in the eye! Then there are the women of five or six and twenty who have been through the war, and are not likely to give up the freedom of it--ever again.

That's all right.

They'll take their own risks.

Many of them will prefer not to live at home again.

They'll live with a friend--and visit their people perhaps every day! But, then there's _you_, Helena--the betwixt and between!--" "Well--what about me ?" "You're neither a babe--nor a veteran." "I'm nineteen and a half--and I've done a year and a half of war work--" "Canteen--and driving?
All right.