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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"


"Splendid! This is the very thing," he cried enthusiastically. "You are
really the most wonderful person."
"Now get your stuff in here," she ordered. "But what will you do for
wood? There is always water," she added, "in some tanks further on.
Come, I'll show you."
Barry followed her in growing amazement and admiration at her prompt
efficiency.
"Now then, there are your tanks," she said. "As for wood, I don't know
what you will do, but there is a garden paling a little further on, and,
of course--"
"Don't worry about that," said Barry.
"I won't," with a gay laugh; "I know you Canadians, you see."
Together they returned to the car.
Before she mounted to her seat she turned to Barry, and offered him her
hand and said: "I think it is perfectly ripping that we were introduced
in this way. Though I don't know your name yet," she added shyly.
"Awfully stupid of me," said Barry, and he gave her his name, adding
that of the regiment, and his rank.
"Good-bye, then," she said, climbing into her car, and starting her
engine.


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