"In a week or two you will be off to the wars again and forget me--like a true soldier!" "Stay," interposed Fritz, interrupting her.

"You have no right to say that! Do you think me so ungrateful?
You must have a very bad opinion of me! I--" "Never mind explanations now," interrupted the girl in her turn, speaking hurriedly in a nervous way, although trying to laugh the matter off as a joke.

"If the doctor says you can soon report yourself as fit for duty, of course you'll have to rejoin your regiment." "Ah, I wonder where that is now ?" said Fritz musingly.

"Since our camp round Metz is broken up, the army will naturally march on farther into the interior.

No matter, there's no good my worrying myself about it.
They'll soon let me know where I've got to go to join them; for, the powers that be do not allow any shirking of duty in the ranks, from the highest to the lowest!" "I saw that here," remarked Madaleine.