"He is the only one in New York. But look how far off he is! It
takes weeks for his letters to get to me."

"But he writes every day."

"Harry telephones every day. I tell you, Jane, the voice has a good
deal to do with it. You like to HEAR a fellow say nice things. It
beats ink all to pieces. It will go hard with him, perhaps, but
he's young. He'll get over it."

"You are young, too. That is why you have gotten over George."

"I'm not as young as I was. But I've decided on Harry. If father
doesn't let us get married right away, I'm liable to get over
him, too. It's silly doing that all the time; one might never get
married, you know. But father is firm. He says I can't, and he
says he'll kick Harry into the middle of next summer. Father says
I shall not marry into the regular army. He says they don't make
good husbands. I've got the joke on him, though. He appealed to
mother, and she forgot herself and said the same thing. They were
quarrelling about it when I left the hotel. It was an awful jar to
father. For two cents I'd elope with Harry."

"It would be pretty difficult for an officer on duty to elope,
don't you think?" asked Graydon, amused.

"Not if he loved the girl. He does, too. But I haven't told you
the worst. Mother says I am being absolutely spoiled out here in
Manila, and she says flatly, that she's going to take me back to