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Deliberately he walked down the yellow road, up over the hill by the signal corps tents, across Wig-Wag Park to the woods beyond, and sat down on a log with his letter He told himself that it was likely one of those fool letters the felloere getting all the tiirls ere uniform-crazy He wouldn't answer it, of course, and he felt a kind of conteh to read it even to satisfy his curiosity

Then he tore open the envelope half angrily and a faint whiff of violets floated out to hi sweet lad surprise suddenly entered into his soul