"Looks all right, don't she, Grimey?" asked the other a little anxiously. "Never 'ad a thing to eat but wot you said, all the time."
"Looks a treat, Bill," said Bess's master; and Bill knew that this was high-praise.
"'Ere, Bess, 'ere's a sooveneer," said Grimes. He put her down and, taking her paw in his hand, bent and fastened into place that strip of waste war-metal, ornamented with bits of saints from an old church window in Flanders.
The Preparatory Course.
Application just received on behalf of a young lady who is anxious to do War-service as a teacher in an elementary school:—
"She has had some little test of her powers of discipline, as she has started and trained a pack of Wolf Cubs in the parish."
