"I don't know anybody here, but those I came with. But, Preston, why are you not over yonder with the others?"
I was looking at the long grey line formed in front of us on the plain.
"I got leave of absence, to come and see you, Daisy. And you have grown, and improved. You're wonderfully improved. Are you the very same Daisy? and what are you going to do here?"
"Oh, I'm enjoying myself. Now, Preston why does that man stand so?"
"What man?"
"That officer—here in front, standing all alone, with the sash and sword. Why does he stand so?"
"Hush. That is Captain Percival. He is the officer in charge."
"What is that?"
"Oh, he looks after the parade, and things."
"But why does he stand so, Preston?"