'You see, mater,
he said I was the head of the house.'
'You, Rogie!' She goes to her husband's side. 'What nonsense!'
Roger grins. 'Do you like my joke, father?'
The father smiles upon him and is at once uproariously happy. He digs
his boy boldly in the ribs.
'Roger, you scoundrel!'
'That's better,' says Mrs. Torrance at a venture.
Roger feels that things have perhaps gone far enough. 'I think I'll go
to my room now. You will come up, mater?'
'Yes, dear. I shan't be five minutes, John.'
'More like half an hour.'
She hesitates. 'There is nothing wrong, is there? I thought I noticed
a--a----'
'A certain liveliness, my dear. No, we were only having a good talk.'
'What about, John?' wistfully.
'About the war,' Roger breaks in hurriedly.
'About tactics and strategy, wasn't it, Roger?'
'Yes.'
'The fact is, Ellen, I have been helping Roger to take his first
trench.' With a big breath, 'And we took it too, together, didn't we,
Roger?'
'You bet,' says Roger valiantly.
'Though I suppose,' sighing, 'it is one of those trenches that the enemy
retake during the night.
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