"She is true enough," answered the Journalist, "and her feet are true, and so is her red hair, and, unless she is a liar, and most actresses are, so is he and her 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 would not be a bit of good here. You may be there." "You are quite right," she replied sadly. "I'd be worse than no good. I'd need 'first aid,' at the first shot." "I'm going with her," said the Sculptor. "I'd be more useless than she would." And he turned a questioning look at the Lawyer.