"Oh, one of Mabel's pals, is it? Well, what's Donald doing to allow Mabel to take such an interest in this precious soldier-boy who is prepared to be proud of a coat of soft pink wool? Who is the idiot?"
"He's no idiot, and his name's Peter," said Margaret.
"Peter! Peter what?"
"Dear old thing, I wish you'd pull yourself together, and try to realise that you have been an uncle for at least three weeks. Donald and Mabel are going to call him 'Peter'—didn't I tell you?"
"South Wales. Safe Southern shelter from shells and shrapnel."—Advt. in "The Times."
Just the place for our shy young sister Susie to sew shirts for soldiers in.
"On the outbreak of war M. F. van Droogenbroeck, an engineer, joined the Belgian Flying Corps, and did most useful work, being complimented by his King for his invention of a new kind of aircomb."
Daily Mirror.
Our own 'air-comb is the old kind with a couple of spikes missing.