"By jingo! That's bully! It's a pity a fellow can't always feel just how
bully it is before he takes it."
"Na-a-w then! a little snap!" ordered Barry, in attempted imitation of
the inimitable Sergeant Major Hackett. "A little speed, ple-ease! That's
better. I've seen worse--not often!"
And so he rattled on through Cameron's dressing and shaving operations.
"Now then, 'Obbs, a little Delmonico 'ere. Shove this bacon against your
fice, Cameron."
"What about yours, sir?" said Cameron, as he sat down to the luxuries
which somehow Hobbs had "rustled."
"Had it, you slacker." Then with a swift change of voice and manner he
added: "Listen to me, Cameron. I'm going to have my prayers. You won't
bother me any, and if you don't mind I'll do them out loud. Don't you
stop eating, though. Hobbs, stop your wandering around there and sit
down and listen." Barry took his Bible.
"Cameron," he said, "one comfort in reading the Bible to a chap with a
father like yours is that you know all about the thing already--context,
historical references and theological teaching--therefore, no need of
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