“Oh, someone doesn’t like being called a lady, eh?” he said. “Dear me, Private Halter, you’ve got a lot to learn, haven’t you? You’re a sissy little lady until we make a man of you, right? And I dread to think how long that’s going to take. Move!” I know, thought Polly as they set off. It takes about ten seconds and a pair of socks. One sock, and you could make Strappi.
