"Oh, of course!—all you cadets have charming sisters," said Miss Jo impatiently. "Anybody else?"
"Lots of girls there," Rig replied. "They haven't all come East by several."
"What do Western girls look like?"
"Angels, some of 'em," said Rig, thinking of Violet's eyes.
"Did you see Mr. Kindred's best girl?"
"I rather suspect I saw three of them," Rig answered slowly.
"Three! Why, the man's a Turk. Wasn't one better than the other?"
"I thought so," said Rig. "It's a matter of opinion, I suspect."
"Oh, shut up!" said Miss Jo, with beautiful ease of manner. "It's no more possible to get the truth out of a cadet, than——"
"Than to get it without him," suggested Rig.