Followed directions about sending the money from the church society, a description of Morley’s and Trafalgar Square, an account of tea at the Travers’, and of the little donkey—­without mention, however, of Henri.  She felt that Harvey would not understand Henri.

But at the end came the passage which poor Harvey read and re-read when the letter came, and alternately ground his teeth over and kissed.

“I do love you, Harvey dear.  And I am coming back to you.  I have felt that I had to do what I am doing, but I am coming back.  That’s a promise.  Unless, of course, I should take sick, or something like that, which isn’t likely.”

There was a long pause in the writing here, but Harvey could not know that.

“I shall wear your ring always; and always, Harvey, it will mean to me that I belong to you.  With dearest love. 
“Sara Lee”

Then she added a postscript, of course.

“The War Office is not letting people cross to Calais just now.  But I
am going to do it anyhow.  It is perfectly simple.  And when I get over
I shall write and tell you how. 
                                       “S.  L.”

It was the next day that an indignant official in the censor’s office read that postscript, and rose in his wrath and sent a third Undersomething-or-other to look up Sara Lee at Morley’s.  But by this time she was embarked on the big adventure; and by the time a cable reached Calais there was no trace of Sara Lee.

During the afternoon she called up Mr. Travers at his office, and rather gathered that he did not care to use the telephone during business hours.

“I just wanted to tell you that you need not bother about me any more,” she said.  “I am being sent over and I think everything is all right.”

He was greatly relieved.  Mrs. Travers had not fully indorsed his encomiums of the girl.  She had felt that no really nice girl would travel so far on so precarious an errand, particularly when she was alone.  And how could one tell, coming from America, how her sympathies really lay?  She might be of German parentage—­the very worst sort, because they spoke American.  It was easy enough to change a name.

Nevertheless, Mr. Travers felt a trifle low in his mind when he hung up the receiver.  He said twice to himself:  “Twenty pounds!” And at last he put four sovereigns in an envelope and sent them to her anonymously by messenger.  Sara Lee guessed whence they came, but she respected the manner of the gift and did not thank him.  It was almost the first gold money she had ever seen.

She was very carefully searched at the railway station that night and found that her American Red Cross button, which had come with her dollar subscription to the association, made the matron inspector rather kindly inclined.  Nevertheless, she took off Sara Lee’s shoes, and ran over the lining of her coat, and quite ruined the maid’s packing of the suitcase.