Cheerio till then." At eleven Peter found Harold signing papers.

He glanced up.

"Oh, sergeant," he said, "give Captain Graham a Movement Order Application Form, will you?
Sit down, padre; there's a pen there." Peter wrestled with the form, which looked quite pretty when it was done.
Harold endorsed it.

"Fire this through to the orderly-room, 10th Group, sergeant," he said, and rose wearily.

"Come along, padre," he said: "I've got to go round the camp, and you can come too, if you've nothing better to do." "When'll I have to go, do you think ?" asked Peter as they went out.
"Oh, I don't know.