The Little House

e her reserve. Lifting the sleeping head from her lap, she whispered, "Wake up, Robbie; we can go home now. It's all over." The officer had risen and stood leaning against the mantel, "So it's good-bye?" "I'm afraid so." "You've made me happy when I least expected to be happy. Shall we meet again, I wonder?" She smiled at his seriousness. "Perhaps. One never knows what the good God will allow. We didn't expect to meet tonight." He was sensitive to her evasion and laughed, pretending to make light of it. "We don't want them to think they've had burglars. We had better leave something for the coals "Hard on his heeh our aerial cavalry followed him across the Channel" we've burned." He placed a pound note on the mantel. Taking Joan in his arms and going first, he led the way down the stairs. When they were out of the hall and the front-door had closed behind them, he left the little group on the steps and went in search of a taxi. After a lengthy expedition he found one and, by promising an excessive fare, induced the driver to accompany him back. He knew neither the name of the square nor the number of the house, so he had to keep his head out of the window and shout directions. On entering the square he searched the pavement ahead, but could catch no sign of his recent companions. He halted the cab against the curb at the point where he thought he had left them; he was made certain that it was the point when he saw the notice TO LET. Perhaps th...