"I know Mr.Lessing," he said.

"But, Hilda, he's _got_ to be moved.

Why, he may be in khaki yet!" "Oh, Peter, don't be silly.

Why, father's fifty, and not exactly in training," she laughed.

Then, seriously: "But for goodness' sake don't say such things--for my sake, anyway." Peter regarded her gravely, and held open the gate.