"Jack, you get me that diplomatic post, and I'll see to it that the only bachelor in the Warburton family shall sleep in yonder cradle."
"Done!"
"How long is your furlough?" asked Nancy.
"Whom do you think the baby resembles?" asked the mother.
"One at a time, one at a time! The baby at present doesn't resemble any one."
"There's your diplomat!" cried John, with a laugh.
"And my furlough is for several years, if not longer."
"What?" This query was general and simultaneous.
"Yes, I've disbanded. The Army will now go to rack and ruin. I am a plain citizen of the United States. I expect to spend the winter in Washington."
"The winter!" echoed Jack, mockingly dejected.