To my surprise, I found her out playing tennis, her little boy asleep in the baby-carriage, which they had brought all the way from San Francisco, near the court.

I joined the group, and afterwards asked her advice about the matter.

She laughed kindly, and said: "Oh! you'll get used to it, and things will settle themselves.

Of course it is troublesome, but you can have shelves and such things--you'll soon learn," and still smiling, she gave her ball a neat left-hander.
I concluded that my New England bringing up had been too serious, and wondered if I had made a dreadful mistake in marrying into the army, or at least in following my husband to Arizona.

I debated the question with myself from all sides, and decided then and there that young army wives should stay at home with their mothers and fathers, and not go into such wild and uncouth places.