“You’re all wrong, as usual. He did nothing of the sort. He just made a row in billets!”
“Quite right too. Most of ’em deserve a row!”
“Possibly, but he went the wrong way to work!”
“Ah, that depends!”
(Irritating brute!)
“No, it doesn’t. Were you ever at Ypres?”
“Was I not. I was hit at Hooge stables, and had to walk nearly a couple of miles to get to a dressing station!”
“Well, then, you remember, in the back billets, a place called the ‘Spanish Farm’?”
“Don’t I just. Great big old house, with a moat, and pasture fore and aft.”
What a way to put it!