“My duty!”
“Tell me?”
“I thought you knew all about me.”
“I don’t know this.”
Peter only smiled at her.
“Tell me. If you don’t, somebody else will. Please.”
“Why, Dot, these are all presentation swords.”
“Yes,” said Peter; “and so gorgeous that I don’t dare use them. I keep the swords I wear at the armory.”
“Are you going to tell me what you did to get them?”
“That one was given me by my company when I was made captain. That was subscribed for by some friends. The one you have was given me by a railroad.”