He devoted three pages towards impressing upon me the necessity of your adopting some sort of a career." "He wrote because he thought it was his duty," the boy said doggedly.
"So you want to be a soldier," Mr.Fentolin continued musingly.

"Well, well, why not?
Our picture galleries are full of them.

There has been a Fentolin in every great battle for the last five hundred years.

Sailors, too--plenty of them--and just a few diplomatists.

Brave fellows! Not one, I fancy," he added, "like me--not one condemned to pass their days in a perambulator.