Snooks—'Pleasir, Privit Jones wishes ter put in a happlication to be took ill.'
"Second Lieutenant Snooks to Captain Crow—'Fellah named Jones wants to go sick, Sir.'
"Captain Crow to Lieutenant-and-Adjutant Long who rides by on his way to the Colonel—'I say—tell the Colonel there's a bloke in A Company, Privit Jones, wants to fall out. Feels ill.'
"Lieutenant-and-Adjutant Long to Colonel Black—'Private Jones, A Company, wants to be sick, Sir. May he?'
"Colonel—'No, not now. Certainly not'
"Sergeant-Major, approaching and saluting—'Please, Sir, he hev—in hanticipation of senction. . . .
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"I see," said Boodle. "I'll try Fic as Private Jones. . . . Might give him cream for tea. It always. . . ."
"No!" shouted Buster. "I'll not be a party to such realism. Talk of the bloke who blacked himself all over to play Othello! No—if you want to play it, you be Private Jones and eat the cream."
