Good disguise, too, especially since you've never been here.

They'll wonder who the new officer is, and where he comes from.

I say, Kitty, what an awfully good joke it would be to put him up against two or three of those heartless flirts you call your friends--Ellen, for instance." "There won't be a button left on the uniform by morning," said Kitty contemplatively.

"To-night the Army entertains." "And conquers," I suggested.
"Sometimes.

But at the officers' ball it mostly surrenders.