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THE TEMPERING

draw a pair of new boots at five o'clock, and have a six-months' polish on them by a quarter to seven. Though fully twenty years old, he has not yet started to shave. Though merely twenty years old, he is already a Sergeant. His nickname is "Greengage", nobody knows why. He is purer than a girl in a convent-school-he hasn't even any theoretical naughtiness. Sergeant Butts doesn't smoke. He says he enjoys a glass of beer, but nobody ever saw him drink one. All women, to him, are sisters. If he was born in sin, it doesn't show; or, like an unsuccessful inoculation, it never took. On the first blast of Lights Out he is asleep. One second before Reveille he is awake, ready to levitate rather than arise. He glows with soap and inner health. Upon his round pink head, with its Demerara-sugar-coloured hair, the cocky little S.D. Cap looks too ferocious. You feel that he needs a Scout hat and a pole. If a passing A.T.S. girl happens to say "Morning, Sergeant Butts," he blushes like a neon sign and grins like the negro on the Euthymol poster, and says "He-he!" He finds it difficult to frown at new recruits, for he has no eyebrows. He has one accomplishment of which he is proud-stroking an imaginary dog. Sometimes, for the amusement of tired soldiers in his hut, he pretends to be coaxing a dog across the floor; fighting with it, tugging at it-he can lean back at an angle of something like forty-five degrees without falling over-and finally falling, overwhelmed by the dog's caresses. Sergeant Butts is scrupulously neat in his dress. His S.D. tunic is tight as an umbrella-cover; it makes him look eight feet tall.

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