He was quite blind,--and as calm as anything--telling people what to do, and dictating a post card to the padre, who was much more cut up than he was.

I can tell you, Pamela, our Army is _fine_! Well, thank God, I'm in it--and not a year too late.

That's what I keep saying to myself.

And the great show can't be far off now.

I wouldn't miss it for anything, so I don't give the Hun any more chances of knocking me over than I can help.
'You always want to know what things look like, old Pam, so I'll try and tell you.