United States or Hong Kong ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Will you be my " Bobby turned excessively pink, and completed his request. Wagstaffe surveyed him resignedly. "We all come to it, I suppose," he observed. "Only some come to it sooner than others. Are you of age, my lad? Have your parents " "I'm twenty-two," said Bobby shortly. "Will the bridesmaids be pretty?" "They are all peaches," replied Bobby, with enthusiasm.
"I forgot to tell you, Colonel," interposed Wagstaffe, "that I met young Osborne at Divisional Headquarters last night. You remember, he left us some time ago to join the Hush! Hush! Brigade." "I remember," said the Colonel.
To capture Fosse Alley, hold it all day and half the night, and then be compelled to move back, simply because we had pushed so far ahead of any other Division that we had no support on either flank! It was tough rotten hellish! Excuse my exuberance. 'You all right, Wagstaffe?" "Wonderful, considering," replied Wagstaffe.
"I admit to you," continued Wagstaffe, "that when I found myself pitchforked into 'K at the outbreak of the war, instead of getting back to my old line battalion, I was a pretty sick man. I hated everybody. I was one of the old school or liked to think I was and the ways of the new school were not my ways. I hated the new officers.
"None in particular, except that he has not signalled a single one of Sergeant-Major Pumpherston's shots!" replies the Captain of D, with crushing simplicity. "Half a mo'!" replies Wagstaffe.... Then, presently "Hallo! Are you there, Whitson?" "Yes. We are still here," Captain Whitson assures him frigidly. "Right.
"I'm here, old son," replies a gentle voice, as Captain Wagstaffe touches him upon the shoulder. "Been here some time!" After mutual asperities, it is decided by the two Captains to dispense with the aid of the telephone proper, and communicate by bell alone. Captain Wagstaffe's tall figure strides back across the heather; the red flag on the butts flutters down; and we get to work.
Plainly Bain was holding one end of this, and some one in the trenches Captain Wagstaffe himself, as like as not was holding the other. If an enemy stumbled over the trip-cord, Bain would warn the defence by twitching the alarm-cord. Five minutes later M'Snape was back at the rendezvous, describing to Simson what he had seen.
Nor would Casaubon have wished to do so. He belonged to the past both by religion and raining, and he must be reckoned among the upholders of superstition. In the next year, 1669, John Wagstaffe, a graduate of Oriel College who had applied himself to "the study of learning and politics," issued a little book, The Question of Witchcraft Debated. Wagstaffe was a university man of no reputation.
Give my love to Miss Wagstaffe." "Waggin" was waiting in the hall for Marcia. She had been Miss Coryston's governess for five years, and was now in retirement on a small income, partly supplied by a pension from Lady Coryston. It was understood that when she was wanted to act duenna, she came at a moment's notice. And she was very willing to come.
After a month or so our beloved regiment, once more at full strength, with traditions and morale annealed by the fires of experience, would take its rightful place in the forefront of "K ." Such was the immediate future, as it presented itself to the wearied but optimistic brain of Lieutenant Bobby Little. He communicated his theories to Captain Wagstaffe.
Word Of The Day