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WAR XXXIII

TO THE FRONT

HE next morning we got up early, Jon and I, and decided not to disturb Dave and Evelyn. It was too hard on 'em. But we listened again at Dave's door. Jon said he heard breathing. I didn't. In fact, I thought Jon mistook the breathing of Evelyn, next door, for that of Dave. He said he didn't hear that.

And soon everything was the war we were going to!

It looked really like war on the Square when we were assembled—that is, what I thought up to that time war was. There were new uniforms, glittering swords and bayonets, and enough gold lace to sink a ship. I suppose even the privates might have had as much gold lace as they could pay for. As for the 314