"It has its humorous side, I admit, and you're justified in
laughing, but it's impudence all the same."
"Yes, it is impudence, and do you know, Mr. Watson, I've met the writer
of that letter. He is a South Carolinian, and from his standpoint he
has a real grievance. I never knew anybody else as particular about his
clothes, and it seems that the uniform and shoes you furnished him are
not all right. He's a gentleman and he wouldn't lie. I met him at
Cedar Run, when the burying parties were going over the field. He was
introduced to me by my cousin, Harry Kenton, who is on the other side.
Harry wouldn't associate with any fellow who isn't all right."
"All the same, if I ever catch that young jackanapes of a St. Clair--
it's an easy name to remember--I'll strip my uniform off him and turn him
loose for his own comrades to laugh at."
"But we won't catch either him or his comrades for a long time."
"That's so, but in the end we'll catch 'em. Now, Mr. Mason, you don't
agree with me about many things, but you're only a boy and you'll know
better later on.
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