on for a moment; the weeping ones were seen leaning their backs against the walls and dangling their legs above the floor; there was a general peal of laughter; and then the girls were lifted down and the hysteria was gone.
Tommy's sister rather likes the air-raid nights, however, because she is sometimes allowed to go out into the dark to look for the Zeppelins, and the men usually help her to find them. One lady-superintendent was lately much exercised about the measure and the manner of the sympathy which on such occasions was proper to be expressed. "You know something about human nature, so tell me," she said, "one arm about a girl's waist, I don't see much harm in that, but when it comes to two. . . . What do you think?"
Tommy's sister loves to bring her photographs to the factory—pictures of "Muwer" and "Dad" and of course "my fella at the front." She loves to get letters from the trenches, too, and is
