Two nice, clean, stalwart, healthy Canadians journey to South Africa to enlist in active service. On the boat which carries them to their destination is a young English girl, whose home is in Cape Town. She and Harvard Weldon, the bigger, more stalwart, and handsomer of the two Canadians, find no small satisfaction in each other's company on board the boat... In spite of its conventional plot, the vivid descriptions of the battles, the talk of the messrooms, and the kindly spirit which prevails throughout hold a lively interest for the reader.
charity for her luckless chaperon. "Horridly seasick." She pointed out to the level steely- gray sea. "And on this duck-pond," she added.
Her accent was expressive. Weldon laughed.
"Perhaps she isn't as used to the duck-pond as you are."
The girl brushed a lock of vivid gold hair from her eyes; then she sat up, to add emphasis to her words. "Miss Arthur has been to America and back seven times and to Australia once," she said conclusively.
"As globe-trotter, or as commercial traveller?"
"Neither. As professional chaperon. When she applied for me, she stated--" The girl caught her breath and stopped short.
"Well?" he asked encouragingly. She shook her head. Again, for an instant, Weldon could see the humanity beneath the veneering. Moreover, he liked what he saw. The blue eyes were honest and steady. One mocking dimple belied the gravity of the firm lips.
"What did she state?" he asked again.
"It's not manners to tell tales about one's companion," she de