"How should I?"
Preston looked at me curiously.
"Nor at the hotel, neither, Daisy — more than you can help.
Have nothing to say to the Yankees."
I thought Preston had taken a strange fancy. I was silent.
"It is not fitting," he went on. "We are going to change all
that. I want to have nothing to do with Yankees."
"What are you going to change?" I asked. "I don't see how you
can help having to do with them. They are among the cadets,
and they are among the officers."
"We have our own set," said Preston. "I have nothing to do
with them in the corps."
"Now, Preston, look; what are they about? All the red sashes
are getting together."
"Parade is dismissed. They are coming up to salute the officer
in charge."
"It is so pretty!" I said, as the music burst out again, and
the measured steps of the advancing line of "red sashes"
marked it. "And now Captain Percival will unbend his stiff
elbows. Why could not all that be done easily, Preston?"
"Nonsense, Daisy! — it is military."
"Is it? But Mr.
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