It's an adventure for rich men when they
have to be poor. That's why a lot of fellows have gone into it. They
are tired of being the last word in civilization. They want to get
down to primitive things."
"Mrs. Witherspoon can't imagine Derry Drake without two baths a day."
"Can't she? Well, Mrs. Witherspoon may find that Derry Drake is about
like the rest of the fellows. No better and no worse. There is no
disgrace in liking to be clean. The disgrace comes when one kicks
against a thing that can't be helped."
In the Doctor's car, therefore, they arrived at Drusilla's.
"We have come to tell you that we are going to be married."
"You Babes in the Wood!"
"Will you come to the wedding?
"Of course I'll come. Marion, do you hear? They are going to be
married."
"And after that, Drusilla,"--he smiled as he phrased it--"your Tin
Soldier will go to the wars."
Jean glanced from one to the other. "Is that what she called you--a
Tin Soldier?"
"It is what I called myself."
Marion having come forward to say the proper thing, added, "Drusilla's
going, too."
"Drusilla?"
"Yes, with my college unit--to run errands in a flivver.
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