Sore as crabs, all of 'em.

They got double pay all right, all right, but there was some misunderstandin' as to what single pay was to be to start off with.

Single pay turned out to be just whatever suited the people that employed 'em, seein's they were nearly seven thousand miles away from God and up against it, so they're beatin' it back home to volunteer for service in France.

I heard one of 'em say she could save more money workin' for nothin' in France than she could earn in a year down here at double pay.

What'd you say your name was, young feller ?" "Percival." "I mean your last name." "That's it." "Come off! Nobody ever had a last name like that." "You ought to hear what my first name is,--and my middle one, too.