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It was pleasant one morning to hear a sudden voice at my elbow: 'How's the Rest Hut? ' and to find at least one of its regular frequenters still whole and hearty, in the press outside this teeming Y. M. C. A. But a more embarrassing encounter occurred the same day and on the same too public spot.
It began in the hut, with a couple of sad young Jocks, who were like to be sad, as they might have said; but they only smiled in wry yet not unhumorous resignation. Their story was that of thousands upon the imperative stoppage of all leave. These two had started off on theirs, and were going aboard at Boulogne when headed back to their Battalion, which they had now to find. It chanced to be one of those to which I had helped to minister in the sunken road at Christmas. They remembered the Cocoa Man, as I had been called there, but in the morning they were not demonstrative.