The Girl Sipping Her Tea, and the New Police Regulations

A week before the armistice he sat, one or two of the others also nodded their heads in a sage manner and sat slowly. With this the incident was closed. The girl went on sipping her tea. And presently she felt an immense lassitude, a longing for her own comfy bed with the spring mattress and the light warm quell. Her father caught her out yawning. Would you like to go upstairs kid? He asked. Yes, I would, it feels if I could sleep on and off for hours and hours. She rose and clung to his arm. See you tonight as usual, same place.