human
Dear Mother: (he wrote)
gpt
I hope this finds you in the pink, as it leaves me. Don't worry about the old 'bus! _I don't, not a bit._ I have a notion that if you worry much 'twill be bad for Fancy and for Somebody Else, you know who I mean. As for William Saint, I say this--take a squint at his face! I wouldn't have his liver for the best carrying business in the world. If you've set your dear heart on my punching a rascal's head, I'll do it, so soon as I get back, and make a job of it, too. Hard blows hurt them as get them; hard thoughts hurt them as think them. I puzzled that out in the trenches, where we be making very merry again. You'll worry too about the loss of money. I say to that--_Napoo_! That's French. I parleyvoo with the best of them, but when it comes to buying stuff, they do me in a fair treat....
human
Wherever does that boy o' mine get his Christian principles? Not from me, Solly, not from me. Wag tail, little man, and I'll tell 'ee for why. Willum Saint, next Christmas, maybe, 'll take such a head to Salisbury as never was.
gpt
after the
human
in the dug-outs. At first, she suspected
gpt
but she limped to the slow conclusion that the high spirits of these gallant fellows came _from_ the trenches, and were not, as she had supposed at first, a natural result of finding themselves snug and safe after shell-fire. Possessing the qualities which distinguish a