Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/228

WAR before you—please don't be so cross any more!"

Then, after a long while: "And I daren't die, Dave, I daren't! I must live!"

"Not on your life!" laughs Dave. "I hate funerals."

What do you think of that! Only fifteen minutes between hell and Heaven! And Dave traveling the way faster than Evelyn! Sure the war had got us all wrong somehow—the rest of us worse than Evelyn now!