I'm too glad to be home." "What's that on your breast ?" she queried, suddenly, pointing at the _Croix de Guerre_ he wore.
"That?
Lorna, that's my medal." "Gee! Let me see." She got up and came round to peer down closely, to finger the decoration.

"French! I never saw one before....

Daren, haven't you an American medal too ?" "No." "Why not ?" "My dear sister, that's hard to say.

Because I didn't deserve it, most likely." She leaned back to gaze more thoughtfully at him.
"What did you get this for ?" "It's a long story.

Some day I'll tell you." "Are you proud of it ?" For answer he only smiled at her.
"It's so long since the war I've forgotten so many things," she said, wonderingly.