Every bit of bread you don't eat is helping to kill Boches.

And what else is your young man doin'?
Where do you say he is?
Wipers?
You ask him.

He'll tell you!' So then we were all nice and comfortable--and you needn't bother about us downstairs.

_We're_ all right!"' 'Good old Forest!' laughed Desmond, delighted.

'I always knew he was the real boss here.