We loathed everything connected with it.
The days that followed were very happy ones.

The Paymaster came around and paid us each two months' pay and twenty-five cents a day "ration money" for every day we had been in prison.

This gave Andrews and I about one hundred and sixty-five dollars apiece--an abundance of spending money.

Uncle Sam was very kind and considerate to his soldier nephews, and the Hospital authorities neglected nothing that would add to our comfort.

The superbly-kept grounds of the Naval Academy were renewing the freshness of their loveliness under the tender wooing of the advancing Spring, and every step one sauntered through them was a new delight.