I think these
gentlemen are put here to look after the grey coats — the
cadets, Daisy. The cadets are here in training, you know."
"But that officer who just went out — who is walking over the
plain now — he wore a sword, Dr. Sandford, and a red sash.
They do not all wear them. What is that for?"
"What is under discussion?" said Mrs. Sandford, coming out.
"How well Daisy looks this morning, don't she?"
"She has caught the military fever already," said the doctor.
"I brought her here for a sedative; but I find it is no such
matter."
"Sedative!" — said Mrs. Sandford; but at this instant my ears
were "caught" by a burst of music on the plain. Mrs. Sandford
broke into a fit of laughter. The doctor's hand touched my
shoulder.
"Get your hat, Daisy," he said. "I will go with you to hear
it."
I might tell of pleasure from minute to minute of that day,
and of the days following. The breath of the air, the notes of
the wind instruments, the flicker of sunlight on the gravel,
all come back to me as I write, and I taste them again.
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