I'll tell them to get the bus ready.' In Archie's bedroom I washed and shaved and borrowed a green tweed cap and a brand-new Aquascutum.

The latter covered the deficiencies of my raiment, and when I commandeered a pair of gloves I felt almost respectable.

Gibbons, who seemed to be a jack-of-all-trades, cooked us some bacon and an omelette, and as he ate Archie yarned.

In the battalion his conversation had been mostly of race-meetings and the forsaken delights of town, but now he had forgotten all that, and, like every good airman I have ever known, wallowed enthusiastically in 'shop'.

I have a deep respect for the Flying Corps, but it is apt to change its jargon every month, and its conversation is hard for the layman to follow.