Parishioner Smith. Fifteen. Fact is, I'm jolly hard up just now. Emily's been ill again, and one thing and another.... I did have twenty, but the baby swallowed two.... You might lend me some, old man. I promise to pay you back at the end of the month.
Parishioner Brown. I'll lend you a couple, but that's really all I can spare.... Look at Boko swanking away like a bally millionaire. That's his tenth shot this afternoon. Fairly chucking his money about.
Parishioner Robinson. I'll give you a hundred cartridges in exchange for your bayonet if you like. Sickening the Germans coming just now; it's my birthday next week and I'd been practically promised one by Aunt Sarah.
In Another Part of the Field.
Elder Perks, C.B. (that is to say, "completely bald"). What the blank blanket do those blanks think they're doing?
Lay-Helper Snooks. I beg your pardon, Sir, for reminding you, but military terms are not allowed to be used.
Elder Perks. Quite right, Snooks; I forgot myself. Kindly request the organist to sound the Assemble. Those naughty lads are running in the wrong direction.
At the German Headquarters.
German Officer (to prisoner). You are a civilian and you are caught bearing arms. Have you anything to offer in your defence?
Prisoner. Civilian be blowed! I'm recognised by the War Office. Look at my—— Oh lor, it's come off again!