"Welcome to our club," he said. "TI expect some of the members really charming e fellows, whom will be di ing in before lon,
know you will be glad to meet.
"But," I expostulated, "'surely you don't consider this your club? 3} mean—after all—you know that there are limits in wintertime—"
He smiled again, this time I thought out of sympathy for me. "TI see you still wear the same old shackles of society, have the sume love of bodily comfort, cannot easily adapt yourself to a new situation. Why, think how much better this is than the thousands of shell holes we've bunked in together, and how much more comfortable. Here there is nothing to worry about—rations a bit scanty sometimes—but. on the whole 7 great life for a soldier—and a I now was convinced that he had been a victim of shell-shock and fegan to consider the best means of shipping him home to his family, He evidently felt my apprehensions for his sanity because he replied, "I'm quite sane really, it's you who are the rainbow chaser, always pottering about first with one thing and then another—never content to stay but—always striving to get something or somewhere and never quite reaching your expectations,—and then eating your heart out vith disappointment.
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