"What makes you think so ?" "Because Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like him.

I've got to put my hands over my eyes to protect them from the blaze of that uniform." St.Clair, who wore his new uniform, which was modelled somewhat after the brilliant fashion of Stuart's, smiled with content.

He was making a great hit.
"You can do all the talking, Harry," he said.
"As I told you, he isn't President Davis," Harry called, "but he's sure, when he's old enough, to be one of his successors." "Bet you a dollar, Johnny Reb, that President Davis has no successor." "Take you, Yank, and I'll collect that bet from you when I ride down Pennsylvania Avenue in my Confederate uniform at the head of the Army of Northern Virginia." "Oh, no, you won't; you'll pay it to me before the State House in Richmond, with the Army of the Potomac looking on and the Stars and Stripes waving gracefully over your head." "Both of you are betting on things too far off," said Langdon, who could keep out of the conversation no longer.

"I'll bet you two dollars that not one of those four men in the boat catches a fish inside of ten minutes." "In Confederate bills or in money ?" was called back.
Roars of laughter, from both sides of the Rappahannock, crossed one another above the middle of the stream.
"What's this ?" exclaimed a sharp voice behind the four.

"Conversation with the enemy! It's against all the rules of war!" They looked around and saw Bertrand, his face flushed and his eyes sparkling.