know, and he's been at mother's resting quietly. But we couldn't wait any longer, so he is coming over to-day to have dinner with us.... No, driving, with one of his pals.... Yes, we can scarcely wait. He'll have so much to tell us.... Yes, I know that, so many of the boys seem to be that way. They don't seem to want to talk about it. But George won't be like that. You know what a talker he always was. I guess you know that all right, in your classes in history especially. Why, when he was just a little chap, he knew all the story of the battle of Gettysburg, all the flank movements and everything, it was just wonderful.... Yes, we are proud of him, and I guess you as his teacher had a hand in it too. George always said you were a wonderful history teacher.... Yes, do run in...I know he'll want to see you, too.... Good-by. (As she is hanging up the receiver (Bobbie rushes in. He is wearing a soldier hat and carrying a wooden gun.)
Bobbie. Oh, mamma, mamma. See what Uncle Bill made for me (holds out gun).
Mable. Why, Bobbie, isn't that lovely.
Bobbie (putting gun to shoulder). Bang! Bang! Bang! That's the way it goes, mamma. That's the way to shoot the Heinies down.
Mable (indulgently). Heinies! Where did you pick that up?
Bobbie. In school. We played a game...
