The lieutenant's inside." "Yes, come in," I said; and my men drew back to let the fresh corner get a bit of the fire.
"It's awfully kind of you," he said, as he knelt down, took off his dripping gloves, and held his blue fingers to the flame.

"What a night! It isn't fit for a dog to be out in.

'Pon my soul, gunner, I feel ashamed to come in and get shelter, and leave my poor boys in the trench." "Get a good warm then, and let's thaw and dry one of them at a time.
I'm going to turn out soon." "Sorry for you," he said.

"Brandy--thanks.

It's worth anything a night like this.