G. K. The “Ryle Artileree?”
G. B. Burst up.
G. K. The Infantry?
G. B. All here you see.
(Enter Noodle, as full private, toy gun, bayonet fixed.)
But he’s a big one. Pray don’t mention halving;
I grieve to say it, but the army’s—
Noodle. (Sepulchrally.) Starving!
G. K. Here’s insurrection! mutiny! revolt!
I’m not afraid, but p’raps I’d better bolt.