Amy Le Feuvre's Books
Jill's Red Bag
Excerpt: ...you aren't desired. I have to thank your small sister yesterday for an interruption which proved disastrous!\" Jack edged himself in, and climbed up to the iron foot-rail of the bed, where he sat swinging his legs. \"Why are you going?\" \"You didn't really think I had taken up 115 my quarters here for good and all, did you?\" Captain Willoughby's tone was distinctly irritable. \"You needn't be waxy,\" said Jack cheekily. \"There's one thing! I know you'll be back again before long!\" \"Shall I?\" said the Captain, giving a vicious tug to his straps. \"I shall volunteer to go out to India with the next draft; I'm sick of England.\" \"Do tell me why you're so cross,\" said Jack earnestly, clasping his hands round his knees. Captain Willoughby had finished his task. He sat down upon his bag with a sigh of relief. \"There! I shall leave my man to do the rest. The world is an utter failure, Jack, that's what it is!\" \"Is it?\" said Jack innocently. \"Yes,\" went on Captain Willoughby. \"And it's the women who are at the bottom of it. They're all the same