"That is almost as fine news as the other.
The old _Flush_ must feel funny, though, all cluttered up with nurses, for that isn't exactly the kind of a crowd she has been used to.

Same time, if my steward carried out the orders I wired him, she must be loaded to the muzzle with good things to eat and drink, for I told him to fill her up with the best to be had in New York City.

So if any of the fellows are hankering for a change of grub, all they've got to do is to catch a fever or a Mauser bullet, and apply for a berth on the Nun.

For my own part I prefer hardtack, bacon, and good health; but then tastes differ, you know." "It was a splendid thing to do!" exclaimed Ridge; "and I don't believe there is another in the command would have thought of it.

The boys will be prouder than ever of the old regiment to know that it contains a fellow not only able but willing to do such a thing." "Oh, pshaw!" replied Rollo, flushing.