Don't you think his
hair's growing?
hair's growing?
Kipling - Poems
I'm
Martha just now.
Capt. M, 'Cumbered about with cares of Khitmatgars? I fly.
Passes into front veranda, where GADSBV is watching GADSBY JUNIOR, aged
ten months, crawling about the matting.
Capt. M. What's the trouble, Gaddy-spoiling an honest man's Europe
morning this way? (Seeing G. JUNIOR. ) By Jove, that yearling's comin' on
amazingly! Any amount of bone below the knee there.
Capt. G. Yes, he's a healthy little scoundrel.
Don't you think his
hair's growing?
Capt. M. Let's have a look. Hi! Hst Come here, General Luck, and we'll
report on you.
Mrs. G. (Within. ) What absurd name will you give him next? Why do you
call him that?
Capt. M. Isn't he our Inspector-General of Cavalry? Doesn't he come down
in his seventeen-two perambulator every morning the Pink Hussars parade?
Don't wriggle, Brigadier.
Martha just now.
Capt. M, 'Cumbered about with cares of Khitmatgars? I fly.
Passes into front veranda, where GADSBV is watching GADSBY JUNIOR, aged
ten months, crawling about the matting.
Capt. M. What's the trouble, Gaddy-spoiling an honest man's Europe
morning this way? (Seeing G. JUNIOR. ) By Jove, that yearling's comin' on
amazingly! Any amount of bone below the knee there.
Capt. G. Yes, he's a healthy little scoundrel.
Don't you think his
hair's growing?
Capt. M. Let's have a look. Hi! Hst Come here, General Luck, and we'll
report on you.
Mrs. G. (Within. ) What absurd name will you give him next? Why do you
call him that?
Capt. M. Isn't he our Inspector-General of Cavalry? Doesn't he come down
in his seventeen-two perambulator every morning the Pink Hussars parade?
Don't wriggle, Brigadier.
