"Unless I am a shining exception, they do."
"Well, do they all look like you?" said Violet.
"Making allowance for the difference of men," said Magnus, with easy assurance.
"What are those things on your arm for?"
"Rank, power, and responsibility. They are not 'things,' they are chevrons."
"What's the sense of cutting your hair so short?"
"So as to see better how to skin us for 'too much shirt collar,'" replied Mr. Kindred.
"Girls," said the mother, "you must really let him go to bed. I do not think he half knows what he is about."
"Don't I, though!" cried Magnus, springing up. "Just one hour and a half ago tattoo beat, and I wasn't there to hear it."