Yet that was the first lesson I was compelled to learn.

It has been pretty hard sometimes to hold in, for there was a time when I had some social standing and could resent an insult." She was looking straight at him, surprised at the bitterness in his voice.
"They carry it altogether too far," she said.

"I have often thought that--mostly the young officers, the West Pointers--and yet you know that the majority of enlisted men are--well, dragged from the slums.
My father says it has been impossible to recruit a good class since the war closed, that the right kind had all the army they wanted." "Which is true enough, but there are good men nevertheless, and every commander knows it.

A little considerate treatment would make them better still." She shook her head questioningly.
"I do not know," she admitted.

"I suppose there are two viewpoints.
You were in the volunteers, you said.