But she heard enough to make her take a second look at Lieutenant Logan.

He was leaning forward in his chair, talking to Joyce with an air of flattering interest.

And Joyce, in one of her new dresses, her face flushed a little from the unusual excitement, was talking her best and looking her prettiest.
[Illustration: "HE WAS LEANING FORWARD IN HIS CHAIR, TALKING TO JOYCE"] "She's having a good time just like other girls," thought Mary, thankfully.

"This will make up for lots of lonely times in the desert, when she was homesick for the high-school girls and boys at Plainsville.
It would be fine if things would turn out so that Joyce liked an army man.

If she married one and lived at a post she'd invite me to visit her.