R.E.,
Lorries, Signals and all their suites, not having been on too friendly
terms among themselves these latter days, were fast becoming united in
their intense loathing of the C.C. and his everlasting and impossible April
7th.
At this moment the Highest Authority itself arrived on the scene to have a
look at it. He was not in the least discontented with what he saw; he was
inclined to congratulate the experts upon their expedition.
"We shall be hard put to it, Sir," said the C.C., "to be ready for
to-morrow."
"To-morrow?" said the Highest Authority. "Why to-morrow particularly?"
"To-morrow is the 7th, Sir," said the C.C., with sinister emphasis.
"And what about it if it is?" asked the Highest Authority.
"We have to move in here on April 7th, Sir," said the C.C., with almost an
injured note in his voice.
"Have you?" said the Highest Authority. "Why?"
The experts saluted and moved off, commenting quietly among themselves upon
the good sense and magnanimity of the Highest Authority. As for that Camp
Commandant--
Yours ever, HENRY.
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