I must try round the other flank to-morrow.

I wish I could get something to sell that wouldn't get bought up by the first people I came to--something I could peddle among the soldiers." "What sort of thing ?" "Something in the way of drinks, I should say," Vincent said.

"I saw a woman going among the camps.

She had two tin cans and a little mug.

I think she had lemonade or something of that sort." "It wouldn't be lemonade," the woman said.