"Glad to see you home, my bolo-punctured soldier boy.

Welcome to our city! I suppose you've both pockets stuffed with loot, now haven't you ?--pearls and sarongs and dattos--yes?
Have you inspected the kids?
What's your opinion of the Gerard batallion?
Pretty fit?
Nina's commanding, so it's up to her if we don't pass dress parade.

By the way, your enormous luggage is here--consisting of one dinky trunk and a sword done up in chamois skin." "Nina's good enough to want me for a few days--" began Selwyn, but his big brother-in-law laughed scornfully: "A few days! We've got you now!" And to his wife: "Nina, I suppose I'm due to lean over those infernal kids before I can have a minute with your brother.

Are they in bed yet?
All right, Phil; we'll be down in a minute; there's tea and things in the library.

Make Eileen give you some." He turned, unaffectedly taking his pretty wife's hand in his large florid paw, and Selwyn, intensely amused, saw them making for the nursery absorbed in conjugal confab.