I didn't give a dump!
For I yells to 'is pals
'Now look at him, gals—
'Arry 'e 'as the——'”
Here it broke off. Missy halted too.
“Morning, John William,” said she.
He was standing in front of her, with his gun under his arm and a dead hare in the other hand. He returned her salute gravely. Then—
“You seem very happy,” he said, with a spice of bitterness.
“Oh, I haven't got it,” laughed Missy, “have you?”
“Got what?”