erves
if you haven't."

"That was an over-arm pitch you gave it," was Tish's sole reply. "I had
always understood that grenades were thrown in a different manner."

I distinctly heard his groan.

"You'll have about as much use for grenades as I have for pink eye," he
said almost savagely. "I don't like to criticize, Miss Tish, and I must
say I think to this point we've made good. But when I see you stocking
up with grenades instead of cigarettes, and giving every indication of
being headed for the Rhine, I feel that it is time to ask what next?"

"Have you any complaint about the last few weeks?" Tish inquired coldly.

"Well, if we continue to leave a trail of depredations behind us----
It's bad enough to have a certain person think I'm a slacker, but if she
gets the idea that I'm a first-class second-story worker I'm done,
that's all."

Fortunately Aggie announced luncheon just then.

Every incident of that luncheon is fixed clearly in my mind, because of
what came after it. We had indeed penetrated close to the Front, as was
shown by the number of shells which fell in it while we ate. The dirt
from one, in fact, quite spoiled the floating island, and we were
compelled to open a can of peaches to replace it. It was while we were
drinking our after-dinner coffee that Tish voiced the philosophy which
upheld her.

"When my hour comes it will come," she said calmly. "Viewed from that
standpoint the attempts of the enemy to disturb us become
amusing--nothing more."

"Exactly," said Mr. Burton, skimming some dust from the last explosion
out of his coffee cup. "Amusing is the word. Funny, I call it. Funny as
a crutch. Why, look who's here!"

There was a young officer riding up the valley rapidly. I remember Tish
taking a look at him and then saying quickly: "Lizzie, go and close the
floor of the ambulance. Don't run. I'll explain later."

Well, the officer rode up and jumped off his horse and saluted.

"Some of our fellows said you were trapped here, Miss Carberry," he
said. "I didn't believe it at first. It's a bad place. We'll have to get
you out somehow."

"I'm not anxious to get out."

"But," he said, and stared at all of us--"you are---- Do you know that
our trenches are just beyond this hill?"

"I wish you'd tell the Germans that; they seem to think they are in this
valley."

He laughed a little and said: "They ought to make you a general, Miss
Carberry." He then said to Mr. Burton: "I'd like to spe