"Well, what then, Preston?" I said laughing.
"I despise them!"
"Aren't there Yankees among the cadets?"
"Of course; but they are no count—only here and there there's one of good family. Don't you have anything to do with them, Daisy!—mind;—not with one of them, unless I tell you who he is."
"With one of whom? What are you speaking of?"
"The cadets."
"Why I have nothing to do with them," I said. "How should I?"
Preston looked at me curiously.
"Nor at the hotel, neither, Daisy—more than you can help. Have nothing to say to the Yankees."
I thought Preston had taken a strange fancy. I was silent.