CHAPTER III

PLAYING TRUANT “DEMOBILIZED! Oh, Bob—truly?” “Truly and really,” said Bob. “At least, I shall be in twenty-seven days. Got my orders. Show up for the last time on the fifteenth of next month. Get patted on the head, and told to run away and play. That’s the programme, I believe, Tommy. The question is—What shall we play at?” Cecilia brushed the hair from her brow. “I don’t know,” she said vaguely. “It’s too big to think of; and I can’t think in this awful house, anyhow. Take me out, quick, please, Bobby.” “Sure,” s…