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Go on.

No, I won't. [She weeps again.]

Then he's not a soldier. I guess he's a letter-carrier

No—no—I'd rather say it.

Well, then.

[Giggling.] But you mustn't look at me. You look the other way, and I'll say it. ['' looks away. can hardly restrain her own laughter.''] Wolf! [She laughs.] That's his real name. Wolf, Wolf, Soldier—Wolf!

What kind of a uniform does he wear?

Red.

Red trousers?

No.