Young Frank only cares for life because he is
looking forward to one day driving a tank. I've made up my mind to burn
Sam's uniform; but I expect it will end in my wrapping it up in lavender
and hiding it away in a drawer. And then there will be all the books and
plays. No self-respecting heroine, for the next ten years will dream of
marrying anyone but a soldier."
Joan laughed. "Difficult to get anything else, just at present," she
said. "It's the soldiers I'm looking to for help. I don't think the men
who have been there will want their sons to go. It's the women I'm
afraid of."
Flossie caught sight of the clock and jumped up. "Who was it said that
woman would be the last thing man would civilize?" she asked.
"It sounds like Meredith," suggested Joan. "I am not quite sure."
"Well, he's wrong, anyhow," retorted Flossie. "It's no good our waiting
for man. He is too much afraid of us to be of any real help to us. We
shall have to do it ourselves." She gave Joan a hug and was gone.
Phillips was still abroad with the Army of Occupation.
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