And you musn't read too much, Rose.

It isn't good for you." "I know, but if I don't read, I think, and that keeps me awake worse.
Of course, I respect General Triscoe for being in the war, and getting wounded," the boy suggested.
"A good many did it," March was tempted to say.
The boy did not notice his insinuation.

"I suppose there were some things they did in the army, and then they couldn't get over the habit.
But General Grant says in his 'Life' that he never used a profane expletive." "Does General Triscoe ?" Rose answered reluctantly, "If anything wakes him in the night, or if he can't make these German beds over to suit him--" "I see." March turned his face to hide the smile which he would not have let the boy detect.

He thought best not to let Rose resume his impressions of the general; and in talk of weightier matters they found themselves at that point of the climb where the carriage was waiting for them.

From this point they followed an alley through ivied, garden walls, till they reached the first of the balustraded terraces which ascend to the crest of the hill where the church stands.