"
"I didn't want to worry you."
"Didn't you know that I'd want to be worried with anything that
pertained to you? What's a husband for, dearest, if you can't tell him
your troubles?"
"Yes, but a soldier-husband, Derry, is different. You've got to keep
smiling--"
Her lips trembled and she clung to him. "It is so good to have you
here, Derry."
She admitted, later, that she had confided her troubles to her memory
book. "There weren't any big things, really--just missing you and all
that--"
He was jealous of the memory book. "I shall read every word of it."
"Not until you come back from the war--and then we can laugh at it
together."
They fell into silence after that. With his arms about her he thought
that he might not come back, and she clinging to him had the same
thought. But neither told the other.
"Do you know," she said at last, sitting up and sticking the hairpins
into her crinkled knot. "Do you know that it's almost time for dinner,
and that the General will wonder where I am?"
"I told Bronson not to tell him."
"Oh, really, Derry? Let's make it a great surprise."
Providentially the General was late.
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