As for the General, he held May on his knees all the evening, so proud, so happy, and so contrite was he. May would hear no reproaches, but the General silently vowed never again to doubt his "little soldier."
But bless you, he did! Within twenty-four hours the unfortunate "little soldier" was once more in disgrace.
CHAPTER XXII
THE DEAREST GIRL
The next morning Dr. Brentwood drove over to the General's with a message from Philip; he was sick in bed; would Gay come and see him?
"Why, of course I'll go," said sympathetic May. "And I'll stay as long as he wants me."
This answer seemed so broad-minded, viewed in the light of the recent events, that the General saw May drive away with the doctor with feelings of pride and pleasure.
"He's the finest boy I have ever known!" the General said to Sarah.
"I told you so, but you called him a 'molly cott' and a 'girl boy.'"