He is a--I was going to say dream, but he's no dream.

He's much too wide awake for that.

He's a poem; that's what he is." Back and forth, about and around, stepped the little drill sergeant, a finished example of precise, graceful movement.

He was explaining in clean cut, and evidently memorised speech the details of the movements he wished executed, but through his more formal and memorised vocabulary his native cockney would occasionally erupt, adding vastly to the pungency and picturesqueness of his speech.
"He knows we are here all right," said the major, "but he would not let on if it were King George himself.

I'll bet you a month's pay, though, that we can't get one foot beyond what he considers the saluting point before he comes to attention, and as for his salute, there is nothing like it in the whole Canadian army.