“Hush up dar, yo’ soldier! What yo’ want?”

“Wanta come in,” hiccupped the warrior, who had evidently left the shrine of Bacchus to worship at that of Venus.

“H’m! Does yo’ b’long to de United States Marines?”

“Nope; but wanta come in.”

“Does yo’ b’long to de Third Massachusetts?”

“Nope.”

“To the Second Noo Hampshires?”

“Nope.”

“To the Fourf Noo York?”

“Nope; but wanta come in, all the same.”