"It is very late."
"Has young Drake arrived?"
"Yes. He has gone to bed."
"I'll be there in ten minutes. You can meet me downstairs."
The General stirred. "Miss Merritt."
She hung up the receiver and went to him at once.
"Has the Doctor come?"
"No. But he has just telephoned. He will be here shortly."
His sick old eyes surveyed her. "I never saw you before without your
cap--"
"No."
"You are very pretty."
She smiled down at him. "It is nice of you to say it."
"Don't wear your cap again, I don't like uniforms for women."
"But when I am on duty I must wear it. You know enough of discipline
to understand that I must."
"Yes. But women don't need discipline, God bless 'em." His old eyes
twinkled. "Has Derry come in?"
"Yes, and gone to bed. He asked after you."
"And it's Thanksgiving morning?"
"Yes."
"And no turkey for me. But you'll get me a glass of wine?"
"I'm not sure. I'll ask the Doctor."
She sat beside him until he again dozed. Then made her way once more
to the room where the lovely gowns were piled high on the bed, and the
jewels sparkled on the dressing-table.
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