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Hettie was in full marching order when Irvconnvitred her position in Hyde Park yesterday: entrenched behind dainty furs, her pretty little mulled fists were encased ina Cronje muff. I wasn't quite sure of my ground—it was too exposed: however, T decided to open fire with a blank shell of "Your last letter was very curt," she said, overlooking my remark about the paucity of war news.
"<Well, you sce, my lines of communication were cut short by——"
Any excuse but the truth," she replied. IT was suffering severely on both flanks from her cross fire, and it was hopeless attempting to dislodge my fair foe.
"But, Hettie," I pleaded, "TI tried to raise the white dag by sending you that box of ammunition—I—er—mean chocolates."
expect you have been in communica tion with the enemy—some other girl," she said sharply.
"You rank me with Dutch traitors, then," I replied, more in anger than in sorrow. "I don't mind being blown up openly, like Colenso Bridge, but I do object to be branded as a suspect."
"You can talk of nothing else but this horrid war," Hettie complained; "*remember, now, this has been only a slight ski mish, but if you go on as you are doing it will end in a real engagement—I mean—"
That is my heart's desire," inter: posed, before she could correct herself.
And her cheeks turned very red behind those dainty fur entrenchments.
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