oaded with cigarettes
and stick candy and chocolate, with perhaps lemons for lemonade, is
going to be stopped anywhere as long as it's headed for the Front. I
understand they don't stop ambulances anyhow. If they do you can
stretch out and pretend to be wounded. This is one way in which you can
be very useful--being wounded."

He took all his tea at a gulp, and then looked round in an almost
distracted manner.

"Certainly," he said. "Of course. It's all perfectly simple. You--you
don't mind, I suppose, if I take a moment to arrange my mind? It seems
to be all mussed up. Apparently I think clearly, but somehow or
other----"

"We are actuated by several motives," Tish went on, beginning to turn
the heel of the sock. "First of all, my nephew is at the Front. I want
to be near him. I am a childless woman, and he is all I have. Second, I
fancy the more cigarettes and so on our boys have the better for them,
though I disapprove of cigarettes generally. And finally, I do not
intend to let the biggest thing in my lifetime go by without having been
a part of it, even in the most humble manner."

"Entirely reasonable too," he said.

But he still had a strange expression on his face, and soon after that
he said he'd walk round a little in the air and then come back and tell
us his decision.

At five o'clock he was back and he was very pale and wore what Aggie
considered a haunted look. He stalked in and stood, his cap in his
hand.

"I'll go," he said. "I'll go, and I don't give a--I don't care whether I
come back or not. That's clear, isn't it? I'll go as far as you will,
Miss Tish, and I take it that means moving right along. I'll go there,
and then I'll keep on going."

"You've seen Hilda!" Aggie exclaimed with the intuition of her own
experience in matters of the heart.

"I've seen her," he said grimly. "I wasn't looking for her. I've given
that up. She was with that--well, you know. If I had any sense I'd have
stolen those photographs and mailed them to her, one at a time. Five
days, one each day, I'd have----"

"You might save all that hate for the Germans," Tish said. "I don't care
to promise anything, but I have an idea that you may have a chance to
use it."

And again, as always, our dear Tish was right.

We left Paris that evening. We made up quite comfortable beds in the
ambulance, which had four new tires and which Tish with her customary
forethought had filled as full as possible with cigarettes and ca