"You're both dears, aren't they, Tommy?
You must come and have tea at the hospital any day: just walk in.
Mine's Ward 3.

Come about four o'clock, and you'll find me any day this week, Tommy's opposite.

There's usually a crush at tea, but you must come.

By the way, where's your camp?
Aren't you going heaps out of your way?
Solomon, where do you live?
Tell me." Peter grinned in the dark, and told her.
"Oh, you perfect beast!" she said, "Then you knew the Quai de France all the time.

Well, you're jolly near, anyway." "Oh, Lord!" she exclaimed suddenly, "you aren't the new padre ?" "I am," said Peter.
"Good Lord! what a spree! Then you'll come in on duty.