IDYLLS OF THE WAR.
"June, 1918. We have done a move since last I wrote, and my juvenile Captain (popularly known as Boots') and forty men and myself are in another village. We (Boots and I) are lodging chez M. Le Cure, and messing with the Town Major.' Boots finds it rather
a strain to be living with three such heavy old things (myself the third). He is an awfully good fellow, a very keen and efficient soldier, and bubbling over with youthful spirits at the same time. He has been out since September, 1914. He resembles in being very much of a sport, a sound chap at bottom, and a bit spoilt by having too much money and too few relations. I am rather amused here! But I fear ho is rather bored. The Toe-n Major is a Terrier, a Birmingham chartered accountant, and interesting as well as well informed. The Curd is a cheerful person with beautiful roses and no books. How unlike an English vicar 1 "
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