"It's pretty, though. I like it."
"Why do you like it?"
The eyes half closed for a moment, straying away from the soldiers.
"I don't know. Kind of makes me think of flowers."
"It is the name of a flower," Blue Bonnet said, surprised at his intuition. "A very pretty flower that grows down in Texas."
But Texas meant nothing to Gabriel. He was busy again, lining up his soldiers for battle.
"They'll march this way," he said, half to himself—"and these this way. Then they'll fight."
"Oh, I wouldn't let them fight, if I were you. Soldiers don't fight any more—not here in America. This is a land of peace."
Gabriel looked up in disdain.
"Aw—quit yer kiddin'," he paid. "What's soldiers fer?"