"Bob!" comes an answer from some near-by cabin.
"I say, Bob! Did you have a bad time?"
"Twenty-five holes in the machine! Jack shoved the bombs right across the aerodrome, though—he's not a bad observer!"
"Shut up, Bob!"
"Good-night, Jack! Good-night, Bob! Good-night, Bill! Good-night, Shoey!"
"Good-night, Jimmy—it wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No! Good-night, Paul!"
Soon I drift to sleep and the well-loved world of dreams.