"The brigade was licking its wounds and training drafts." The other smiled.
"Mine was doing the same thing--near Armentieres.

We didn't think then, did we, that it would be all over in five months ?" "It isn't all over!" said the first speaker, a man with a refined and sharply cut face, still young under a shock of grey hair.

"We are in the ground swell of the war.

The ship may go down yet." "While the boys and girls dance?
I hope not!" The soldier's eyes ran smiling over the dancing throng.

Then he dropped his voice: "Listen!" For a very young boy and girl had come to stand in front of them.