dBooks desire

What ship do you go on?''
``I don't know yet. I'm to decide this afternoon,
after lunch.'' She laughed. ``I'm sitting here waiting
for someone to ask me to lunch. I've not had even
coffee yet.''
``Lunch with me!'' cried Baird. ``I'll go get the
general--I know him slightly.''
``I didn't say anything about the general,'' said Mildred.
Stanley smiled apologetically. ``It wouldn't do for
you to go about with me--not when my missus is looking
for grounds for divorce.''
``Why not?'' said Mildred. ``So's my husband.''
``You busted up, too? Now, that's what _I_ call
jolly.'' And he cast a puzzled glance up at the
abstracted general. ``I say, Mildred, this is no place for
either of us, is it?''
``I'd rather be where there's food,'' confessed she.
``You think it's a joke, but I assure you-- Oh,
you WERE joking--about YOUR bust-up?''
``No, indeed,'' she assured him. ``I walked out a
while ago, and I couldn't go back if I would--and I
don't think I would if I could.''
``That's foolish.


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