wing one of the curious results of shell shock, being
convinced that two women had stolen a car from his garage, and had run
it into the hole in a deliberate attempt to kill him.

Aggie read this to us at breakfast, and Tish merely observed that it was
very sad, and that she proposed studying shell shock at the Front. Not
until months later did we tell Aggie the story of that night.

That morning Tish disappeared, and at noon she came back to say that she
had at last secured the ambulance, and that we would start for the Front
at once. Privately she told me that in a pocket of the car she had found
permits to get us out of Paris, but that the car would be missed before
long, and that we would better start at once.

It is strange to look back and recall with what blitheness we prepared
to leave. And it is interesting, too, to remember the conversation with
Mr. Burton when he called that afternoon.

"Hello!" he said, glancing about. "This looks like moving on. Where to,
oh, brave and radiant spirits?"

"We haven't quite decided," Tish said. She was cleaning her revolver at
the time.

"You haven't decided! Great Scott, haven't you any orders? Or any
permits?"

"All that are necessary," Tish said, squinting into the barrel of her
revolver. "Aggie, don't forget your hay-fever spray."

"But look here," he began, "you know this is France in wartime. I hate
to throw a wrench into the machinery, but no one can travel a mile in
this country without having about a million papers. You'll be arrested;
you'll be----"

"Young man," Tish said quietly, pouring oil on a rag, "I was arrested
before you were born. Aggie, will you order some tea? And make mine very
weak."

"Weak tea!" he repeated with a sort of groan. "Weak tea! And yet you
start for the Front, picking out any trench that takes your fancy,
and--weak tea! And I am going to St.-Nazaire! I, a man, with a man's
stomach and a mad affection for a girl who thinks I prefer serving
doughnuts to fighting! I do that, while you----"

"Why do you go to St.-Nazaire?" Tish inquired. "You can sit with Aggie
inside the ambulance, and I'm sure you could be useful, changing tires,
and so on. You could simply disappear, you know. That is what we intend
to do."

"I'll have a cup of tea," he said in a strange voice. "Very strong,
please; I seem rather dazed."

"I figure this way," Tish went on, putting down her revolver and taking
up her knitting: "I don't believe an ambulance l