_Churchwarden Jones._ Advance in half-pew rushes from the right!
_Sidesman Tomkins._ No. 1 half-pew, advance.... At the congregation in
front at a thousand yards.
_Parishioner Brown (to his neighbour)._ I say, how many bullets have you
brought with you?
_Parishioner Smith._ Fifteen. Fact is, I'm jolly hard up just now.
Emily's been ill again, and one thing and another.... I did have twenty,
but the baby swallowed two.... You might lend me some, old man. I
promise to pay you back at the end of the month.
_Parishioner Brown._ I'll lend you a couple, but that's really all I can
spare.... Look at Boko swanking away like a bally millionaire. That's
his tenth shot this afternoon. Fairly chucking his money about.
_Parishioner Robinson._ I'll give you a hundred cartridges in exchange
for your bayonet if you like. Sickening the Germans coming just now;
it's my birthday next week and I'd been practically promised one by Aunt
Sarah.