"He is so plucky." "There is another matter I want to talk about.

I had a long conversation about you with your uncle the night before he left.

I heard with regret that you want to go into the army." "May I ask why ?" said John, as he lay on the ground lazily fingering the pine-needles.
"Is it because the hideous business called war attracts you ?" "No, but I like what I hear of the Point from Uncle Jim.

I prefer it to any college life.

Besides this, I do not expect to spend my life in the service, and after all it is simply a first rate training for anything I may want to do later--care of the mills, I mean.