He had a hankering after Donovan's cheery humour, especially as he had not seen him for some time.

He crossed the camp and made for the mess-room.
It was lit and the curtains were drawn, and, at the door, he stopped dead at the sound of laughter.

Then he walked quickly in.

"Caught out, by Jove!" said Donovan's voice.

"You're for it, Julie." A merry party sat round the stove, taking tea.