With the death-rattle in his throat the wounded British soldier invariably tells you that he is getting on fine.
"And ain't these roses lovely?
Makes the place look like a garden.

And that music--seems appropriate, don't it, sir ?" I asked what the gramophone was playing.

He looked respectfully shocked.
"Why, it's 'The Rosary,' sir." After we had left him, Betty said: "That's the third time they've asked for it to-day.

They've got mixed up with the name, you see.

They're beautiful children, aren't they ?" I should have called them sentimental idiots, but Betty saw much clearer than I did.