Over there...That the Yanks are coming... The Yanks are coming..."

"This is a new nightgown, Louise." "No, it isn't now, Geraldine." "I never saw it before." "Mother gave it to me for Christmas, but I haven't worn it before. I was saving it for my visit with you. Darling, want mo to brush your hair?" "Would you, Louise?" "You know I would. You don't have to ask." "All right, Lou; come over here and sit down on the bod beside me. "There, like this?" "Yes, but wait. Let me put my head down on your lap, like last time." "Comfy?" "Uh huh."

"Sleepy?" "No, not really. "No, not really. Lou..." "What it it, darling?" "I'm not going to marry Mr. Harwood...or anyone." "Why do you say that, Gorry?" "Because if I married kr. Harwood, or somebody, you couldn't come visit me every summer, like you do.' "Of course I could, honey. Mr. Harwood wouldn't object, would he?" "But I would. I mean I'd object to Mr. Harwood." Louise laughed softly and replied: "You're a sweet, crazy, wonderful dear." "Come closer..." "Wait. Let me turn off the light, you're sleepy." "No, I'm not sleepy. I want to talk, Lou. You went home and forgot about me, and everything...everything that happened...last time..." "Gerry, don't you say that!" "During the ten months we were apart, you forgot about me. You forgot everything. You forgot what we said to each other, and what we did..." "No, Geraldine. I couldn't forget. Didn't I write to you regularly?" "But your letters were so...so cold, darling." "Cold? I'm sorry. I didn't mean them to be. Sometimes Mother leans over my shoulder when I write to you." "Doos she? Mama reads my letters, too." "Has your Mama said anything ..about me?" "Only that you are a very dear friend." "Well, I suppose that I am." "Lou, Lou, darling. I've

waited ten whole months, ten months of pacifying Mama and playing the piano for Mr. Harwood. Harwood. I've waited for this night for ten whole months..." "Gerry, do you wish I were a man?" "Why, Lou?" "Then, I could marry

you." "It wouldn't be the samo, No, darling; I want everything exactly as it is. And I want you exactly as you are. If you were a man, you wouldn't bo...You. Not