For me," continued Sally, glancing about the room, "I don't hold with that dirt stuff at mess.

It isn't necessary." "Beastly bad form," said Hopeton, "but, good Lord! Your Commanding Officer, Sally! There's such a thing as discipline, you know." "What extraordinary thing is it that Sally knows ?" inquired Major Bustead, who lounged up to the group.
"We were discussing the padre's break, Major, which for my part," drawled Hopeton, "I consider rotten discipline." "Discipline!" snorted the major.

"By Gad, it was a piece of the most damnable cheek I have ever heard at a mess table.

He ought to be sent to Coventry.

I only hope the O.C.will get him exchanged." The major made no effort to subdue his voice, which was plainly audible throughout the room.
"Hush, for God's sake," warned Captain Train, as Barry entered the door.
"Here he is." But Barry had caught the major's words.