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"She says it's the right thing," volunteered Jackson, proudly.
Women who felt that a man going into the service was a right thing.
Women who saw war as a duty to be done, not a wild adventure for the
adventurous.
"You ought to be very proud of her," he said slowly. "There are not
many like that."
"Well," Jackson said, apologetically, "they'll come round, sir.
Some of them kind of hate the idea, just at first. But I look to
see a good many doing what my wife's doing."
Clayton wondered grimly what Jackson would think if he knew that at
that moment he was passionately envious of him, of his uniform, of
the youth that permitted him to wear that uniform, of his bronzed
skin, of his wife, of his pride in that wife.
"You're a lucky chap, Jackson," he said. "I sent for you because I
wanted to say that, as long as you are in the national service, I
shall feel that you are on a vacation" - he smiled at the word - "on
pay. Under those circumstances, I owe you quite a little money.


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