Brown. But you had your breakfast on your arrival, didn't you?
Jones. Yes, to be sure; but as we were a bit late, it was rather a scramble.
Brown. Well, of course one has to get on to parade as soon as possible. We cut it rather fine too. But that's the case with all of us.
Jones. To be sure; and if you lose time at one end, you must make up for it at the other—that stands to reason. And how did you get on?
Brown. First rate. We were on the march from nine to five.
Jones. So were we; and didn't have time scarcely to get to our havresacks.
Brown. Just our fortune. Always on the move. I wore out my leathers in fine style.
Jones. So did I. And then we had to go back to the train before we could get any dinner.
Brown. My fate too. And, when I got home, the slavey had forgotten to lay supper!
Jones. So had mine. But still it was a glorious holiday—now, wasn't it?