Her print dress was spotlessly clean and neat; a huge flapping sunbonnet shaded her face, whose expression was bright and winning.
"Well, boys," the sergeant said cheerfully, "how have you been getting on since I was here last?
Nobody drowned, I hope, or come to any ill.
Not that we must grumble, whatever comes.

We have all got to do our duty, whether it be to march up a hill with shot and shell screaming and whistling round, as I have had to do; or to be far out at sea with the wind blowing fit to take the hair off your head, as comes to your lot sometimes; or following the plough from year's end to year's end, as happens to some.

We have got to make the best of it, whatever it is.
"I have got a grand new set of pictures from Exeter.

They came all the way down from London town for me by waggon.

London Bridge, and Windsor Castle, with the flag flying over it, telling that the king--God bless his gracious majesty--is at home.
"Then, I have got some pictures of foreign parts that will make you open your eyes.