_Foreman_ (_putting up his receipt-book_). Certainly, Sir, No
difference to us. And now, Sir, perhaps you will take your lessons.
[_Recruit goes through a course which soon puts him to-rights.
At the end he shakes Foreman warmly by the hand._
_Recruit_. You are sure that I really know my drill?
_Foreman_. Quite. Why, Sir, you are letter perfect. And now, is there
anything more we can do for you?
_Recruit_. Well, I did join the Army with the intention of going to
the wars.
_Foreman_ (_apologetically_). Very sorry, Sir, but we haven't the
article on hand just at present. Sure to have some by-and-by. Is there
anything else we can do for you, Sir?
_Recruit_. Well, failing a war, I should like a passage to India.
_Foreman_ (_in a deprecatory tone_). Well, Sir, frankly, we cannot
recommend it. But if you have made up your mind, we must ask you
to step over to the Waste Department. They settle such-like matters
there. See over yonder, Sir, where that venerable General on crutches
is. He has just got a Colonelcy, but he can't hold it very long, as
he is over eighty! And now I must say adieu, as I have other pupils
claiming my assistance. Good day!
[_Starts off, and prepares food for powder in other quarters.
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