I'll have to write to him at once, or we'll boss it." "And make a will, and write to a dozen girls, I should think," said Pennell.

"I don't know what the blooming Army's coming to.

Might as well chuck it and have peace, I think.

But meantime I've got to leave you blighted slackers to gad about the place, and go and do an honest day's work.

_I_ don't get Staff jobs and red tabs.