Wee Willie Winkie Page #4

I suppose she knows

he's coming in to the title.

- Better get a move on.

- But, Mother!

He hasn't looked at me twice

in all the time we've been here.

Well, your father

didn't look at me at first...

but here you are, Elsie.

You made a very good beginning.

Yes, but whoever heard

of a soldier called Priscilla?

Aye, that's the point.

You couldn't take Private Priscilla

very seriously, could you?

We'll have to find

a new name for you.

I got it!

I've got it.

Wee Willie Winkie.

Wee Willie Winkie?

Was he a friend of yours?

Ah, he was a lad that ran

through an old Scotch rhyme.

"Wee Willie Winkie

ran through the town. "

Wee Willie Winkie ran through the town-

He ran through the-

Well, he was a lad that was always

getting himself into difficulties.

Hmm. Sunstroke. Bad.

Was he a sergeant?

He probably would've been

when he grew up.

Party, one, two, three!

Wee Willie Winkie.

- It does sound like a soldier, doesn't it?

- Aye.

Then I'd be Private Winkie!

Private Winkie it is!

A full-fledged soldier of the queen.

Wort it be a grand surprise

for the colonel?

[Laughing]

It will indeed!

And beyond that sign lies all Asia-

Baghdad, Samarqand,

the forbidden city of Lhasa...

even the Great Wall of China.

This is the gateway to it all.

For thousands of years,

the great caravans passing through...

have been robbed

by the wild Afridis and Pathans.

Up there in those hills

is the stronghold of Khoda Khan.

Khoda Khan, the chief

they arrested in Raj Pore.

Yes.

You see that pass?

With a hundred rifles, they could

hold off our entire brigade.

I read about it in school...

but you make it sound

so thrilling and romantic.

Look, Corporal! I've got it at last.

- Got what?

- My new uniform.

- The kilt is all wool.

- Ha! Wool!

Wool from the cotton mills

of Manchester.

Good lad.

Uh, Mr. Mott.

- Wort you spend the time of day with a man?

- Why-Why, yes, sir.

- And what you got there, laddie?

- My new uniform, sir.

Aye. But you're not daft enough

to wear it like that, are you?

- Why, what's wrong with it, sir?

- What's wrong!

Why, it's got to be sterilized, lad.

- Sterilized?

- Aye, sure.

How many times have I told you that in

India, everything has to be sterilized?

The food you eat, the water you drink.

But- But not uniforms, sir.

Aye, laddie. It's a new order.

You don't want to get

the black majoobies, do you?

- The black majoobies?

- Ah, it's a terrible disease.

Aye.

Here. I'll sterilize it meself.

Oh, thank you, sir!

Aye. Aye.

McTavish.

McLeish.

McAdoo. McNab.

Oh. Well, thank you, gentlemen.

Thank you so much.

It's about done.

- Aye.

- Oh, it's properly sterilized now.

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