Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team.
Author of "A Certain Rich Man," etc.
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And at that it seems a lot of money to pay for a rig which can beworn at most only two months
"You'll have to put out that cigar, sir"
She often paced the rounds of the deck between us
"Col-o-nel, will you please carry my books?"
So we waved back at them so long as they were in sight
"Donnez moi some soap here and be mighty blame toot sweet aboutit!"
Eight inches short in one waistband is a catastrophe
One of our party climbed to the roof of the dugout
"Come on! Let's go to the abri!"
So we went back—me holding those khaki trousers up by sheer forceof will and both hands!
He had some trouble lighting his cigarette and was irritated fora second at his inconvenience
"Oh, yes," answered the Eager Soul to our enquiring eyes. "Mrs.
Chessman—this is practically her hospital"
He was a rare bird; this American going on a big drunk on water
Henry puffed on his dreadnaught pipe and left the lady from Oklahoma
City to me
And he sat cross-legged
As we sat in the car he came down the street beating a snare drum
They were standing on the running board all this time with thetrain going forty miles an hour
"What part of the States do you Canadians come from?"
He told us what happened impersonally as one who is listening toanother man's story in his own mouth
A fat man can't wear the modern American army uniform withoutlooking like a sack of meal
He wore a scarlet coat of unimaginable vividness, a cutaway coatof glaring scarlet broadcloth
We thought he might be testing us out as potential spies
And we felt like prize boobs suddenly kidnapped from a tacky partyand dropped into a grand ball
"Well now, sir, you wouldn't be wearing those brown shoes to Lord
Bryce's tea, would you, Mr. White?"
By rights Henry, being the hero of this story, should be introducedin the first line. But really there isn't so much to say aboutHenry—Henry J. Allen for short,