"Mr. Kindred has been telling me about the many regulations," said Mrs. Gresham.
"Oh, regulations!" said Main. "Yes, there's quite a little many of 'em. Keeps a fellow busy to break 'em all; but some of us max it, every time."
"Break them? You mean 'keep them,'" said Mrs. Gresham.
"No I don't—not I!" said Main, laughing. "You'd better believe I don't. Why, the only fun I have in life is breaking regulations."
"Breaking them?" repeated Mrs. Gresham, looking bewildered. "But you will get yourself into trouble, so, Mr. Main."
"Will, shall, have, and expect to," said Main. "I'm bound to get some fun out of this old prison."
"Suppose the walls open, rather suddenly, and let you out."
"Make my best bow, and go. It'll be a great loss to the service. But you should talk to Lorenzo here, Mrs. Gresham; he's played good boy ever since he came. Regular pet of the Com.'s, he is. Why, he won't even help carry off Sammy from the Mess Hall."
"And pray how comes 'Sammy,' as you call him, to need carrying off?" demanded Mrs. Gresham severely. But that brought such a chorus of laughter from the whole group of cadets (several more had gathered round), that Mrs. Gresham let her question drop.
"We'll run it up to the hotel some day, and present him, Mrs. Gresham," said Main.