Pamela and Forest were in attendance on the young warrior, who was himself in the wildest spirits, shouting and whistling up and downstairs, singing the newest and most shocking of camp songs, chaffing Forest, and looking with mischievous eyes at the various knitted 'comforts' to which his married sisters were hastily putting the last stitches.
'I say, Pam--do you see me in mittens ?' he said to her in the hall, thrusting out his two splendid hands with a grin.

'And as for that jersey of Alice's--why, I should stew to death in it.

Oh, I know--I can give it to my batman.

The fellows tell me you can always get rid of things to your batman.

It's like sending your wedding-presents to the pawn-shop.