Sept. 15.--Told that Q.M.S. Beddem wished to see me. Saw C.O. first. She thought he had possibly come to take some of the billets away. Q.M.S. met my approach with a smile that re-minded me vaguely of picture- postcards I had seen. Awfully sorry to trouble me, but Private Montease, just back from three weeks' holiday with bronchitis, was sleeping in the wood-shed on three planks and a tin-tack. Beamed at me and waited. Went and bought another bed-stead. Sept. 16.--Private Montease and a cough entered into residence. Sept. 17, 11.45 p.m.--Maid came to bedroom-door with some cough lozenges which she asked me to take to the new billet. Took them. Private Montease thanked me, but said he didn't mind coughing. Said it was an heirloom; Montease cough, known in highest circles all over Scotland since time of Young Pretender. Sept. 20.--Private Montease installed in easy-chair in dining-room with touch of bronchitis, looking up trains to Bournemouth. Sept. 21.--Private Montease in bed all day. Cook anxious "to do her bit" rubbed his chest with home-made embrocation. Believe it is same stuff she rubs chests in hall with. Smells the same anyway. Sept. 24.--Private Montease, complaining of slight rawness of chest, but otherwise well, returned to duty. Oct. 5.--Cough worse again. Private Montease thinks that with care it may turn to bronchitis. Borrowed an A.B.C. Oct. 6.--Private Montease relates uncanny experience. Woke up with feeling of suffocation to find an enormous black-currant and glycerine jujube wedged in his gullet. Never owned such a thing in his life. Seems to be unaware that he always sleeps with his mouth open. Nov. 14.--Private Bowser, youngest and tallest of my billets, gazetted. Nov. 15, 10.35 a.m.--Private Bowser in tip-top spirits said good-bye to us all. 10.45.--Told that Q.M.S. Beddem desired to see me. Capitulated. New billet, Private Early, armed to the teeth, turned up in the evening. Said that he was a Yorkshireman. Said that Yorkshire was the finest county in England, and Yorkshiremen the finest men in the world. Stood toying with his bayonet and waiting for contradiction.