“Ah, but you've got to 'ave one in the army.”
“Got to?”
“Yes, you must. Wot's it to be—C. of E.?”
“What d'you mean?”
“Church of England. Most of 'em do.”
Awful thoughts of church parade flashed through my mind.
“Right you are—Quaker!” said I.
“Quaker! Is that a religion?” he asked doubtfully.
“Yes.”
I watched him write it down.