The R.T.O.and the red-caps do everything, and you needn't even worry about getting a Pullman ticket this way over.

Hope it's not rough, though." He let a window down and leaned out.

"Looks all right," he added.
Peter got up with the rest and began to hang things about him.

His staringly new Sam Browne irritated him, but he forgot it as the train swung round the curve to the landing-stage.
"Get a porter and a truck, Donovan," said the Major, who was farthest from the door.
They got out nonchalantly, and Peter lit a cigarette, while the others threw remarks at the man as to luggage.

Then they all trooped off together in a crowd that consisted of every variety of rank and regiment and section of the British Empire, plus some Waacs and nurses.
_The Pride of Folkestone_ lay alongside, and when they got there she seemed already full.