"We were both
fools, Barry, but thank God that horror is past. Now tell me all about
everything--your trip, your plans. Let's have a good talk as we always
do."
"Come on then, dad," cried Barry. "Let's have an eat first. By Jove,
I feel a thousand years younger. I go to the M. O. to-morrow for an
examination."
"He is quite unusually severe in his interpretation of the regulations,
I understand," said his father. "He is turning men down right and left.
He knows, of course, that there are plenty to choose from. But there is
no fear of your fitness, Barry."
"Not much," said Barry, with a gay laugh.
Never had they spent a happier evening together. True, the spectre of
war would thrust itself upon them, but they faced it as men--with a full
appreciation of its solemn reality, but without fear, and with a quiet
determination to make whatever sacrifice might be demanded of them. The
perfect understanding that had always marked their intercourse with
each other was restored. The intolerable burden of mutual uncertainty in
regard to each other's attitude toward the war was lifted.
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