Her rosy mouth lost something of its soft curves.
"Daren Lane, we're not all rotten," she said.
"I did not say or imply you _all_ were," he replied.
She gazed up at him thoughtfully, earnestly, with an unconscious frank interest, curiosity, and reverence.
"You strike me funny," she mused.

"I never met a soldier like you." "Bessy, how many soldiers have you met who have come back from France ?" "Not many, only Blair and you, and Captain Thesel, though I really didn't meet him.

He came up to me at the armory and spoke to me.

And to-night he cut in on Roy's dance.

Roy was sore." "Three.