It was a long time after the war before he became thoroughly reconciled to bedrooms in warm weather.
He was aroused the next morning by Dalton, who pulled him by his feet out of his blankets.
"Stick your head in a pail of water," said Dalton, "and get your breakfast as soon as you can.

Everything is waiting on you." "How dare you, George, drag me by the heels that way?
I was marching down Broadway in New York at the head of our conquering army, and millions of Yankees were pointing at me, all saying with one voice: 'That's the fellow that beat us.' Now you've spoiled my triumph.
And what do you mean by saying that everything is waiting for me ?" "Our army, as you know, is spectacular only in its achievements, but to-day we intend to have a little splendor.

The commander-in-chief is going to review Jeb Stuart's cavalry.

For dramatic effect it's a chance that Stuart won't miss." "That's so.

Just tell 'em I'm coming and that the parade can begin." Harry bathed his face and had a good breakfast, but there was no need to hurry.