To a million Private Bills who have suddenly learnt to call a coat a blouse. Taking things as they find them. Vaguely understanding. Caring less. Grumbling by custom. Cheerful by nature. Ever anxious to be where they are not. Ever anxious to be somewhere else when they get there. Without thought of sacrifice. Who have left the flag-waving to those at home. Who serve as a matter of course. Mable . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . _Frontispiece_ "The only place there flat is on the map" . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 "You can read em to your granchildren" . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 "You walk a post but there aint no post" . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 "I just found it in my bakin can" . …
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