No honest work is that.

It is idleness that is low down." "But so foolish of Glenn when he might have married money," rejoined Morrison, sarcastcally.
"The honor of soldiers is beyond your ken, Mr.Morrison." He flushed darkly and bit his lip.
"You women make a man sick with this rot about soldiers," he said, the gleam in his eye growing ugly.

"A uniform goes to a woman's head no matter what's inside it.

I don't see where your vaunted honor of soldiers comes in considering how they accepted the let-down of women during and after the war." "How could you see when you stayed comfortably at home ?" retorted Carley.
"All I could see was women falling into soldiers' arms," he said, sullenly.
"Certainly.

Could an American girl desire any greater happiness--or opportunity to prove her gratitude ?" flashed Carley, with proud uplift of head.
"It didn't look like gratitude to me," returned Morrison.
"Well, it was gratitude," declared Carley, ringingly.