One night, before a battalion was going up to the line, I proposed we should have a dance.

The band furnished the music, and the men had one of the most enjoyable evenings they had ever had.
Camblain l'Abbe was not a large place, so we were cramped for room, and a Nissen hut had to be built for "C" mess.
My little friend Philo had been stolen on our march, so his place was taken now by a brindle bull terrier which had been born in Albert.

I called her "Alberta" and as time went on she became a well-known figure in the First Division.

She often accompanied me on my walks to the trenches, and one day was out in No Man's Land when a minnenwerfer burst.

Alberta did not wait for the bits to come down, but made one dive into the trench, to the amusement of the men, who said she knew the use of the trenches.