"You are a very promisin young officer indeed!" And he made a bump in his cheek with his tongue, and wrote upon the blotting-paper for ten minutes most industriously,
Captain Tiny to be reccomended for promotion:
Then he turned to Tiny and rubbed his hands and said,
"And now what will you allow me for to do for you?" And the clerk was so astonished that he poked in to see.
So Tiny told for the second time.
Then the General rolled the quid of toffee in his cheek very wisely, and he wrinkled, and said,
"Well. You will probly stop here for all time, and certainly for years and years. And you may take that on the word of Sir Goodall Grouse, who never told a lie, cause he couldn't think of one to tell." And he blew out his chest so a button flew, and shouted, "And what's more, I should ought to be a full General if I had me rights—and I don't care who knows it!" And he thumped the blotting-paper till it shook.
Then Tiny winked to himself and said inside,
"Hang your rights, Old Roast End!" but outside he said,
"Thank you, Sir. Now I feel a lot better."