Tommy Atkins (with a grin). 'Ees, Sir!
Military Instructor. You remember all I told you?
Tommy Atkins (still grinning). 'Ees, Sir!
Military Instructor. I'm afraid that wasn't such a serviceable weapon, after all!
Tommy Atkins (still grinning). Noa, Sir!
Military Instructor. Dear me! Well, we had better get out of this! By Jove! it looks like the last Act!
[Mutually assist each other to rise and quit the Battle-field, the Military Instructor threatening to write to the "Times," and TOMMY ATKINS still grinning as Curtain falls.
