"I put it on at nineteen, and I'll be buried in it.

Yes, sir; and my hat.

Wouldn't wear blue for a farm.
Hate the sight of it so, that I might shoot myself by mistake.

Ever look over these maps?
This was the battle of--" A door opened and a light head was thrust out.
"Now, d-dad, you hush this minute! You've told him that over and over.
Sandy's my company.

Come in here, Sandy." A few moments later there was a moving of chairs, and Annette's voice was counting, "One, two, three; one, two, three," while Sandy went through violent contortions in his efforts to waltz.