'And never will be out of it!' she thumped her interjection.
'Or where 's your music ?' said the captain, twinkling for an adversary among the males, too distant or too dull to distinguish a note of challenge.

'You'd be having to mount your drum and fife in their places, ma'am.' She saw no fear of the necessity.
'But the fife's a pretty instrument,' he suggested, and with a candour that seduced the unwary lady to think dubiously whether she quite liked the fife.

Miss Barrow pronounced it cheerful.
'Oh, and martial!' he exclaimed, happy to have caught Rockney's deliberate gaze.

'The effect of it, I'm told in the provinces is astonishing for promoting enlistment.

Hear it any morning in your London parks, at the head of a marching regiment of your giant foot-Guards.
Three bangs of the drum, like the famous mountain, and the fife announces himself to be born, and they follow him, left leg and right leg and bearskin.