“Most things haven't got a best side.”
“Well, at the pretty good side, then.”
“Nor a pretty good one.”
“If they haven't got a pretty good one, it don't matter how you look at them, I should think.”
“No, I don't believe it does—much. Still, I should like to be able to make a fool of myself, too, when I want, with the view of getting others to do ditto, of course.”
“I wish I could help you, old fellow; but I don't see my way to it.”
“I shall talk to our regimental doctor about it, and get put through a course of fool's-diet before we start for India.”
“Flap-doodle, they call it, what fools are fed on. But it's odd that you should have broken out in this place, when all the way home I've been doing nothing but envying you your special talent.”
“What's that?”
“Just the opposite one—the art of falling on your feet. I should like to exchange with you.”