'I say,' he added, 'you don't mind my asking--how is it you're all children here ?' 'Well,' said the Lord High Islander, 'it's ancient history, so I don't suppose it's true.

But they say that when the government had to make sure that we should always be _happy_ troops of gentle islanders, they decided that the only way was for us to be children.

And we do have the most ripping time.

And we do our own hunting and cooking and wash up our own plates and things, and for heavy work we have the M.A.'s.

They're men who've had to work at sums and history and things at College so hard that they want a holiday.