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"That's quite true, Uncle Edward," laughed Doggie. "I'm terrified at the thought of the silk pyjamas Peddle has prescribed for me." "Why?" Peggy asked bluntly. Oliver interposed laughing, his hand on Doggie's shoulder. "Tommy's accustomed to go to bed in his day-shirt." "How perfectly disgusting!" cried Peggy, and swept from the room. Oliver dropped his hand and looked somewhat abashed.
A letter practically identical. Practically. A very comfortable sort of word; but Doggie's cultivated mind disliked it. It was a slovenly word, a makeshift for the hard broom of clean thought. This infernal "practically" begged the whole question. Jeanne would not have sentimentalized to Mo Shendish about ships passing in the night.
Since Phineas and Mo and Doggie's regiment had gone away, she had devoted, with a new passionate zeal, all the time she could spare from the sick woman to the comforts of the men.
He snatched up Doggie's cap and jammed it on Doggie's head and cried: "Doggie, you're the best and truest and finest of dear old chaps in the whole wide world." Doggie settled his cap, grinned, and moved to the door. "Anything else, sir?" Oliver roared, delighted: "No, Private Trevor, you can go." "Very good, sir." Doggie saluted smartly and went out.
Doggie again wrinkled his brow and looked at her, and she returned his glance stonily. "You think I'm mulish." She had interpreted Doggie's thought, but he raised a hand in protest. "No, no." "Yes, yes. Every man looks at a woman like that when he thinks her a mule or an idiot. We get to learn it in our cradles. But in spite of your superior wisdom, I know I'm right.
Peggy reflected. Yes. There was some truth in that. But she thought it rather hard lines on the wounded to be sent back as soon as they were patched up. Most of them hated the prospect. That was why she couldn't understand Doggie's desire. "Anyhow, it's jolly noble of you, dear old thing," she declared with rather a spasmodic change of manner, "and I'm very proud of you."
He had always conducted himself like a gentleman and a man of honour, but he had not the qualities necessary for the commanding of men. He must send in his resignation. "But what can I do, sir?" asked Doggie in a choking voice. "I am disgraced for ever." The Colonel reflected for a moment. He knew that Doggie's life had been a little hell on earth from the first day he had joined.
"Then you don't know what induced her to sell Punch to a low fellow but of course you know nothing about that," said I, in a musing tone, as I thought of the strange manner in which this portion of my doggie's history had come to light, but I was recalled from my reverie by the contemptuous tones of my little companion's voice, as he said "But I do know something about that." "Oh, indeed!
Laddie," he turned to Doggie, "the more one wallows in hedonism, the more one realizes its unplumbed depths." A little girl of ten, neatly pigtailed but piteously shod, came near and cast a child's envious eye on Doggie's bread and jam. "Approach, my little one," Phineas cried in French words but with the accent of Sauchiehall Street. "If I gave you a franc, what would you do with it?"
Taffy was an earnest though indifferent performer on the penny whistle. It was his constant companion, the solace of his leisure moments and one of the minor tortures of Doggie's existence. His version of the Marseillaise was peculiarly excruciating.
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