As far as I could gather, there was amused discussion among the gossips concerning the salient features of Sergeant Marigold's physical appearance.

I heard one lady bid another to look at his wicked old eye, and receive the humorous rejoinder: "Which one ?" I should have liked to burn them as witches; but Marigold stood his ground, imperturbable.
Presently the door opened, and Betty came sailing down the path with a red spot on each cheek, followed by Mrs.Tufton, vociferous.
"Sergeant Marigold," cried Betty.

"Will you kindly go into that house and fetch out Corporal Tufton's kit-bag ?" "Very good, madam," said Marigold.
"Sergeant or no sergeant," cried Mrs.Tufton, squaring her elbows and barring his way, "nobody's coming into my house to touch any of my husband's property...." Really what she said I cannot record.

The British Tommy I know upside-down, inside-out.

I could talk to you about him for the week together.