"It sounds like a fairy tale," said the C.O.'s wife. "I think it is," I broke in unexpectedly. "I think it is," I broke in unexpectedly. Grace Gilpin turned in her chair and glanced at me. She was lovely; she wore cornflower blue crêpe and white collar and cuffs. Grace Gilpin turned in her chair and glanced at me. She was lovely; she wore cornflower blue crêpe and white collar and cuffs. "I think Cheneston would be quite wonderful in the rôle of a fairy prince," she said. "I think Cheneston would be quite wonderful in the rôle of a fairy prince," she said. He laughed, rose, and walked away. He laughed, rose, and walked away. Going home he looked at me gravely. Going home he looked at me gravely. "I hope you're not getting romantic about our engagement. I don't mean anything rotten, child—but all that silly rubbish about fairy tales and fairy princes. I have only five weeks more—then I go to the front." "I hope you're not getting romantic about our engagement. I don't mean anything rotten, child—but all that silly rubbish about fairy tales and fairy princes. I have only five weeks more—then I go to the front." "Did you care for Grace most frightfully?" I asked boldly. "Did you care for Grace most frightfully?" I asked boldly. He looked down at me with slightly puzzled eyes. I can't describe his eyes exactly, they are hazel, and when he is going to laugh they laugh first; and they are hard and honest and straight. He looked down at me with slightly puzzled eyes. I can't describe his eyes exactly, they are hazel, and when he is going to laugh they laugh first; and they are hard and honest and straight. "I thought," he said. "I gave my very soul into her
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