Jessie Pope

“ Halfway through, apparently yielding to panic, he sought to return to fresh air and the light of day, but her hands ruthlessly seized the elaborate crochet edging, and pulled and tugged it down mercilessly towards his shoulders until his distorted features appeared at the hold in front with a pop, and she clapped her hands in delight.
"It fits you like a glove," she cried, and though your nose is a bit red you look quite handsome." ”

“ He winced.
"I ought to say," he remarked, "that I have already received five barbed-wirecutters, three vacuum flasks, eleven comforters, six writing blocks———"
"Oh, but this won't take up any room," and she held out a woollen helmet of the popular colour.
"Thanks awfully," he replied, drawing back, "but I never wear them."
"Of course you don't," she said; "they're not meant for tennis tournaments or the opera, but for the campaigner whose lodging is on the cold bare ground. In fact when once he gets it on he never wants to take it off again." ”