John Brown

ones had us all

pped. And I think it's an awful pity, don't you know, that you couldn't have gone to Sandwurse. However, it's my goo

mbled Ginger, who

hat?' he

ng, sir, how muc

t your huts smartened up. They ought to be like a ship's deck, with everything in order. And there's too much "fug," too many d-- novel

uch a humble (but assumed) manner that Blase-Bones though

m sure they would help you to understand the war. Another thing! I addressed one man yesterday, and he did not say

nished. He wanted to be a murderer and a revolutionary. We

've got to get busy,' s

ition?' dema

ng. I guess the world ain't any

duck him, and d--

her him,' sug

elf about an atom? He can't go too far. The company officer will see to that.

it. We're in the army, "don't you know," and this youth would come out top-dog. Again, I'm too jolly lazy to entertain the thought of getti

suffer,' comm

chap, is not as bad a

n't

ourselves. Besides, there's the reputation of the school, and the old comma

exclaimed the padre, glad to think

brute,' concluded Ginger, reca