"I say, Jones, how did you manage these gloves?"
"Please, sir, I washed 'em and put 'em on, sir. Walked about with them on my hands till they was dry, sir."
"Why did you turn out so early, man? Don't suppose we shall start before noon."
"Please, sir, 'cause I wanted to git forward with my wuk, sir; 'cause to-day I wants to turn out tidy myself, sir. Got a bit of tailoring to do, sir, 'cause of the haccident off the pony, sir. Thousand pities they don't cut the soldiers' jackits longer behind, sir."
"Why turn out tidy to-day in particular?"
"Please, sir, 'cause I understands we're like to meet the hinnimy, sir. Should wish to die dacent, sir."
"Well, get on, then. Here, stop. Take this; and see if you can't find somebody to do your tailoring in the village."
"Thank ye, sir; pertlickler obleeged to ye, sir; thank ye, sir." Then, having pocketed the francs, "Please, sir, though, with your pimmission, sir, I'd rayther do the job of tailoring myself, sir."
"Oh, very well, if you choose to turn tailor. Just as you please."
Jones was about to withdraw—but paused. There was a moment of internal struggle.