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"Shucks, a great, strong, healthy boy like John McGuire! Of course, he'll come back," retorted Susan. "Besides, likely the war'll be all over with 'fore he gets there, anyhow. An' as for feelin' it in your bones, Mis' McGuire, that's a very facetious doctrine, an' ain't no more to be depended upon than my flour sieve for an umbrella. They're gay receivers every time bones are.
I don't know how to write to him, with this coming on. You've seen that child. Is she pretty?" "Yes, she's pretty," said Soames. "Dark lady-like enough." 'That doesn't sound so bad, thought Winifred. 'Jolyon had style. "It is a coil," she said. "What will father say? "Mustn't be told," said Soames. "The war'll soon be over now, you'd better let Val take to farming out there."
"We shall get plenty of riding and shooting, anyway," he said; "that's one comfort." And it gave him a sort of grim pleasure to hear the sigh which seemed to come from the bottom of her heart. "Oh! the war'll soon be over," he said; "perhaps we shan't even have to go out. I don't care, except for you." He would be out of the way of that beastly divorce. It was an ill-wind!
"Sorry, sir, you didn't ask me," was the toneless reply. The doctor looked unutterable things, and the lighted end of his cigar described three or four irregular circles. "Gosh!" he pronounced briskly. "We gotta put more pep into looking for this dog, or the war'll end before we find him." A high-velocity shell bursting on the near side of the factory helped to decide us.
"Everybody says the war'll last prob'ly for years an' years. You can't make out alone. Everything's goin' to rack and ruin. You could rent out the farm for a year, on trial. The Burdickers'd take it and glad. They got those three strappin' louts that's all flat-footed or slab-sided or cross-eyed or somethin', and no good for the army. Let them run it on shares.
'This company's got the largest part of its provisions for the whole war right here and now, says he. 'Thar's a heap of trunks, says I. 'More than would be needed for the White Sulphur, he says, says he. 'This time two years we'll march lighter, says he " There were exclamations. "Two years! Thunderation! This war'll be over before persimmons are ripe!
"We shall get plenty of riding and shooting, anyway," he said; "that's one comfort." And it gave him a sort of grim pleasure to hear the sigh which seemed to come from the bottom of her heart. "Oh! the war'll soon be over," he said; "perhaps we shan't even have to go out. I don't care, except for you." He would be out of the way of that beastly divorce. It was an ill-wind!
He told me, just a while ago, that the war'll make him rich, 'cause he's smart enough to use it for his own good. But he said I mustn't talk about that," she added, with a sudden realization that Josie was regarding her curiously. "Abe an' me's chums, an' what he says is between us. P'raps he was only jokin', 'bout gettin' rich. Abe's a great joker, anyhow."
She was silent, looking at him almost abstractedly. "This war'll be over pretty soon now," he continued, "and we'll all have to go back to work." "Isn't this work?" Al'mah asked with a smile, which had in it something of her old whimsical self. "It ain't play, and it ain't work," he answered with a sage frown of intellectual effort. "It's a cut above 'em both that's my fancy."
'Aweel, she said, as if to herself, 'this war'll pit auld heids on some young shouthers. She got up, laid her seam deliberately on the table, and went to him. She put her arm round him. 'Wi' yer King an' yer Country an' yer Christina, she said, with a sort of laugh, 'there winna be a great deal o' ye left for yer mither.
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