“Well, Nan,” she said, “are you prepared for this?”
“Prepared for what?” asked Nancy.
“You know what I mean: for this sort of soldier business—folly, I call it. Of course, I am going to join; but are you?”
“Yes, Augusta, I am,” said Nancy. She spoke in a very firm voice.
“Well, all right; you know what it means, I suppose. There will be a lot of morality in the matter.”
“What do you mean by morality?”
“Keeping straight—keeping in the centre of that road where you want to walk, but where you never do walk. I thought I would warn you. If you are thinking of doing what the others are going to do, you will have an impossible time; but do not say I did not warn you.”
“No, I won’t, Augusta. Oh! please remember that you are not”——
“That I am not what?”
“That you are not going quite straight yourself.”