‘he is the darndest little speaker we got, so better sit there and listen to him while he gives you the drum and if you clean out your earholes you might get a bit of sense into your heads.’
As we marched by, and these citizen-soldiers, who were fresh in their picturesque zoo-zoo uniforms, or as they are sometimes called, “Night-drawers Cadets,” the dirty-looking old blue-bloused veterans chaffed them most unmercifully.
No sooner was this done than the mischievous whiff of sea air which entered the room began to trifle and coquet with the perdulous half sheet pinned in front of the desk, causing thereby an unwonted little pattering crepitation.
Not close and clancular, but frank and open.
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