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Show 107 shook her head. "Wonder what Colonel Satterwhite would do?" And she ended with a long low whistle, a down-sweep indicating awe. "Nothing, I should hope. The Army permits." "The Army says it permits. Lots of things the Army permits it doesn't allow." And she chuckled at her own mot. "I can just imagine; anybody marrying a gook in Oji." Like many who look upward from below, Mrs Bryce tended to project her own views, and in this instance she was unfair. The Colonel was not a racist, he was an efficientist. But she had exhausted that topic and rummaged around in her handbag. "Gum?" she asked, and when Phyllis declined: "Well, it's not likely to happen with the Engineers. They're too busy. Training all the time. My heart goes out to them young fellows, ttromping around in the muck. They're not off to Kyoto, or laying around in the sack." She grunted another chuckle. "Somebody's sack." Phyllis opened her mouth to reply, but so many objections rushed forward as to cancel each other out. "Ain't just |