That new gray uniform with the blue threads running through it becomes you.

All the Strangers are thankful for the change.

It's a great improvement over those long blue coats and baggy red trousers." "But we don't have any chance to show 'em," said Wharton, who sat upon a small stool, reading a novel.

"Did I ever think that war would come to this?
Buried while yet alive! A few feet of cold and muddy trench in which to pass one's life! This is an English story I'm reading.

The lovely _Lady Ermentrude_ and the gallant _Sir Harold_ are walking in the garden among the roses, and he's about to ask her the great question.
There are roses, roses, and the deep green grass and greener oaks everywhere, with the soft English shadows coming and going over them.
The birds are singing in the boughs.