Forest's splendid!' 'I say, Broomie's not bad,' thought Desmond.

Aloud he said, 'Forest's a regular Turk in the servants' hall--rules them all with a rod of iron.' Elizabeth laughed.

'He tells me there was a joint of cold beef last night for supper, and he carried it away bodily back into the larder.

And they all supped on fried potatoes, cheese, oatcake and jam! So then I asked him whether anybody minded, and he said the little kitchen-maid cried a bit, and said she "was used to her vittles and her mother would be dreadfully put out." "'_Mother_!' says I, 'haven't you got _a young man_!' And then I give her a real talking to about the war.

'You back your young man,' I said, 'and there's only one way as females can do it--barring them as is in munitions.