Stalky often visits the Infant, and has seen some odd things.
Stalky tugged his moustache, and fell to thinking of his Sikhs.
Stalky asked him how much leave he had, and he said "Six months."
Stalky was sitting bolt upright in bed, with his eyes round as quarters.
But look here, Stalky, what is the good o' sittin' under a hedge an' cattin'?
Beetle was at this noble ...