Doyle nodded gravely, and she went on reading: "'Harold said he'd like to take Communion, and that I could put up a notice in the anteroom of the Officers' Mess.
"'Well, I spent the morning preparing sermons.

I thought I'd preach from "The axe is laid to the root of the tree" in the forest, and make a sort of little parable out of it for the men.

I planned to say how Christ was really watching and testing each one of us, especially out here, and to begin by talking a bit about Germany, and how the axe was being laid to that tree because it wouldn't bear good fruit.

I couldn't get much for the evening, so I thought I'd leave it, and perhaps say much the same as the morning, only differently introduced.

I went and saw the hut manager, a very decent fellow who is a Baptist minister at home, and he said he'd like to come in the morning.