This woman had so much good sense, she had so many times set things right by her ready wit, that I said nothing more, and went into my bedroom to shave myself and put on a clean shirt.
As I was putting on my shirt I heard little Sâfel cry out:
"Here he is, mamma! here he is!"
Then steps were heard on the stairs, and a rough voice called:
"Holla! you folks. Ho!"
I thought to myself: "It is the sergeant," and I listened.
"Ah! here is our sergeant!" cried Sâfel, triumphantly.
"Oh! that is good," replied my wife, in a cheerful tone. "Come in, Mr. Sergeant, come in! We were expecting you. I knew that we were to have the honor of having a sergeant; we were glad to hear it, because we have had only common soldiers before. Be so good as to come in, Mr. Sergeant."
