r origin, but as for the way she cut him
out--well, I had to make that up. It is better than any of the six
tales she told as many interviewers, in strict secrecy, in the days
when she was collecting hearts and jewels and midnight suppers in New
York."

"Is she still there?" asked the Youngster, "because if she is, I'll go
back and take a look at Dora myself--after the war!"

"Well, Youngster," laughed the Journalist, "it will have to be 'after
the war,' as you will probably have to go to Berlin to find her."

"That's all right!" retorted the Youngster. "I _am_ going--with the
Allied armies."

We all jumped up.

"No!" cried the Divorcee. "No!!"

"But I am. Where's the good of keeping it secret? I enlisted the day I
went to Paris the first time--so did the Doctor, so did the Critic,
and so did _he_, the innocent looking old blackguard," and he seized
the Journalist by both shoulders and shook him well. "He thought we
wouldn't find it out."

"Oh, well," said the Journalist, "when one has seen three wars, one
may as well see one more.--This will surely be my last."

"Anyway," cried the Youngster, "we'll see it all round--the Doctor in
the Field Ambulance, me in the air, the Critic is going to lug
litters, and as for the Journalist--well, I'll bet it's secret service
for him! Oh, I know you are not going to tell, but I saw you coming
out of the English Embassy, and I'll bet my machine you've a ticket
for London, and a letter to the Chief in your pocket."

"Bet away," said the Critic.

"What'd I tell you--what'd I tell you? He speaks every God-blessed
language going, and if it wasn't that, he'd tell fast enough."

"Never mind," said the Trained Nurse, "so that he goes somewhere--with
the rest of us."

"You--YOU?" exclaimed the Divorcee.

"Why not? I was trained for this sort of thing. This is my chance."

"And the rest of us?"

The Doctor intervened. "See here, this is forty-eight hours or more
earlier than I meant this matter to come up. I might have known the
Youngster could not hold his tongue."

"I've been bursting for three days."

"Well, you've burst now, and I hope you are content. There is nothing
to worry about, yet. We fellows are leaving September 1st. The roads
are all clear, and it was my idea that we should all start for Paris
together early next Tuesday morning. I don't know what the rest of you
want to do, but I advise _you_," turning to the Divorcee, "to go back
to the States. You woul