“To Bootles? And who is Bootles?”
“Bootles is Bootles, and I love him,” Miss Mignon replied, as if that settled everything.
“Happy Bootles!” cried the old soldier.
“What a lot of medals you’ve got!” cried Miss Mignon, pressing closer.
“I’m afraid, sir, she is troubling you,” Bootles interposed at this point, but secretly delighted with the turn affairs had taken.
“What a lot of medals you’ve got!”
“No, no; let her see my medals,” replied the general, who was as proud of his medals as Bootles of Miss Mignon.
“Are you a ‘sir’ too?” Miss Mignon asked, gazing at the handsome old man with more respect.