So--well, so, good-bye until then!" "Wait," said Ramsey.
"What is it ?" He made a great struggle.

"I'm not influencing Fred not to go," he said.
"I--don't want you to trust me to do anything like that." "What ?" "I think it's all right for him to go, if he wants to," Ramsey said, miserably.
"You do?
For him to go to _fight ?_" He swallowed.

"Yes." "_Oh!_" she cried, turned even redder than he, and ran up the stone steps.

But before the storm doors closed upon her she looked down to where he stood, with his eyes still lowered, a lonely-seeming figure, upon the pavement below.

Her voice caught upon a sob as she spoke.
"If you feel like that, you might as well go and enlist, yourself," she said, bitterly.