More for the incomparable beast.
AN INVOLUNTARY RAID.
Life in a convalescent hospital for officers is not one continuous round of gaiety, but it has its incidents for all that.
The other day Sister took Haynes, Ansell and myself to have tea with some people in the neighbouring village of Little Budford. We were waiting in the hall for the car when Seymour came along. Seymour is an adjutant when he is not at home, and he likes to see things done with proper military precision.
"Here," he said, "you can't go off casually like that. Fall in, tea-party."
We fell in, and he went to the smoking-room and woke Major Stanley.
"Party for tea ready for inspection, Sir," he reported.
"Who? What? Where?" asked the Major confusedly. "Good Lord, you young idiot, what a scare you gave me! Thought I was back in France for a moment. Where's this party paraded?"
"Hout in the 'all, Sir." Seymour led him to where we were standing at ease.