human
I'm very sorry, Sergeant, but I can't pass you as fit for duty.
gpt
You do pull my pore arm about, sir, but don't pull my leg, please.
human
You may count on six weeks at home, perhaps more.
gpt
Meat sandwiches. Don't gobble 'em! Say grace and think of Fancy. Upon the next piece of paper this was scribbled:--
human
Bread and butter and cheese--and _kisses_. And then the third:--
gpt
Rich cake stolen from Mother by a loving thief. P. S. Another fat kiss has just started to grow. F. Y.
human
They go back with me to France,
gpt
You be a lucky man, Alferd.