Well, I didn't know what to say to that; I hated to hurt him, and, of course, he has no Baptist chapel out here; but I didn't know what the regulations might be, and excused myself on those grounds.
"'Then in the afternoon I went round the camp.

Oh, Hilda, I was fearfully nervous--I don't know why exactly, but I was.

The men were playing "crown and anchor," and sleeping, and cleaning kit (this is a rest camp you know), and it seemed so cold-blooded somehow.

I told them anyone could come in the evening if he wanted to, but that in the morning the service was for Church of England communicants.

I must say I was very bucked up over the result.