But let us wait until there is such a thing." He glowered at me.

"Also," he said, solemnly, "Hurrah for Miss Grace Sheraton, the pretties' girl in whole C'federate States America!" "Harry," I cried, "stop! You're drunk, man.

Come on, I'll take you home." He waved at me an uncertain hand.

"Go 'way, slight man!" he muttered.
"Grace Sheraton pretties' girl in whole C'federate States America." According to our creed it was not permissible for a gentleman, drunk or sober, to mention a lady's name in a place like that.

I rose and put my hand across Harry's mouth, unwilling that a stranger should hear a girl's name mentioned in the place.