And do you know your questioning is becoming quite personal?
Does that yield me an equal privilege ?" He bowed, perhaps relieved at thus permitting her to assume the initiative, and rested lazily back upon the grass, his eyes intently studying her face.
"I suppose from your clothes you must be a soldier.

What is that figure 7 on your hat for ?" "The number of my regiment, the Seventh Cavalry." Her glance was a bit disdainful as she coolly surveyed him from head to foot, "I should imagine that a strong, capable-appearing fellow like you might do much better than that.

There is so much work in the world worth doing, and so much better pay." "What do you mean?
Is n't a soldier's life a worthy one ?" "Oh, yes, of course, in a way.

We have to have soldiers, I suppose; but if I were a man I 'd hate to waste all my life tramping around at sixteen dollars a month." He smothered what sounded like a rough ejaculation, gazing into her demure eyes as if she strongly suspected a joke hid in their depths.
"Do--do you mistake me for an enlisted man ?" "Oh, I did n't know; you said you were a soldier, and that's what I always heard they got.

I am so glad if they give you more.