It's doing our bit." Perkins wrung his hand.

"I wish to God," said he, "I was young enough--" "By God! so do I!" said Sir Anthony.
This little conversation (which I afterwards verified) was reported to me by my arch-gossip, Sergeant Marigold.
"And I tell you what, sir," said he after the conclusion, "I'm of the same way of thinking and feeling." "So am I." "Besides, I'm not so old, sir.

I'm only forty-two." "The prime of life," said I.
"Then why won't they take me, sir ?" If there had been no age limit and no medical examination Marigold would have re-enlisted as John Smith, on the outbreak of war, without a moment's consideration of the position of his wife and myself.

And Mrs.
Marigold, a soldier's wife of twenty years' standing, would have taken it, just like myself, as a matter of course.

But as he could not re-enlist, he pestered the War Office (just as I did) and I pestered for him to give him military employment.