"Well, you just sit right where you are," spoke the top sergeant.
"It's that mucker of a top sergeant, Quigley," says Wilfred.
The top sergeant stood beaming at them with his legs wide apart.
"It's a good job," the top sergeant said, suddenly interrupting the song.
"Say, I wonder what they've got there," said the top sergeant, who had been staring at the door.
"You sure are," said the top sergeant in his good-natured voice.
The figure turned and in the dark he recognised the top sergeant's round face.
Still the top sergeant was the top sergeant, came the thought.
Just as I was going out the top sergeant came in to return a book.
A top sergeant was evidently just what Madam had been looking for all her life—one trained to receive orders and execute them.
