It is a little tough afterwards,
when one comes to think about it. It is hard to see fellows
suffer too, that one cannot help."
Daisy hardly knew what to think of Captain Drummond. His
handsome pleasant face looked not less gentle than usual, and
_did_ look somewhat more sober. Daisy concluded it must be
something about a soldier's life that she could not
understand, all this coolness with which he spoke of dreadful
things. A deep sigh was the testimony of the different
feelings of her little breast. Captain Drummond looked up at
her.
"Daisy, women are not called to be soldiers."
Daisy passed that.
"Have you told me all you can tell me, Captain Drummond?"
"I should not like to tell you all I could tell you."
"Why? Please do! I want to know all about soldiers."
He looked curiously at her. "After all," he said, "it is not
so bad as you think, Daisy. A good soldier does not find it
hard to obey orders."
"What sorts of orders does he have to obey?"
"All sorts."
"But suppose they were wrong orders?"
"Makes no difference."
"_Wrong_ orders?"
"Yes," said Captain Drummond, laughing. "If it is something he
can do, he does it; if it is something he can't do, he loses
his head trying.
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