"Simple and descriptive," said Mr. Carr.
"Look here, D. T.," said Rig, "I wouldn't be as funny as I could, not every time, don't you know. You might get the blues for disrespect. He's sure to be round."
"And why do you call him 'D. T.'?" demanded another girl.
"Doubletimes it every day," said Rig. "Gets a late in the morning, and a cold absence at night."
"But what can we do to rouse Mr. Kindred from this awful abstraction?" said Miss Dangleum.
"Let's give him homeopathic treatment," said the Kitten. "D. T., double-time it over to the band and bid them play 'Love Not.'"
"I'll go," said Rig. "He won't get there till the drum beats. 'Love Not'—I never heard of such a tune in my life."
"You will—first time you make love to the wrong girl," said Miss Saucy. "Now go!"
"They won't do it for him," said Carr; "they can't—unless the Com. or the officer in charge says so. You'll have to go yourself. Towser's in charge."
"Send the Kitten," said Miss Dangleum. "That will just fit. Here, Puss, draw in your claws and stretch out your paws, and go get an order for the band to play 'Love Not.'"