Dickson had set him down as an artist or a newspaper correspondent, objects to him of lively interest.

But now the classification must be reconsidered.
"So you were in the war," he said encouragingly.
"Four blasted years," was the savage reply.

"And I never want to hear the name of the beastly thing again." "You said he was an Australian," said Dickson, casting back.

"But I thought Australians had a queer accent, like the English." "They've all kind of accents, but you can never mistake their voice.
It's got the sun in it.

Canadians have got grinding ice in theirs, and Virginians have got butter.