"It is not fitting," he went on. "We are going to change all that. I want to have nothing to do with Yankees."
"What are you going to change?" I asked. "I don't see how you can help having to do with them. They are among the cadets, and they are among the officers."
"We have our own set," said Preston. "I have nothing to do with them in the corps."
"Now, Preston, look; what are they about? All the red sashes are getting together."
"Parade is dismissed. They are coming up to salute the officer in charge."
"It is so pretty!" I said, as the music burst out again, and the measured steps of the advancing line of "red sashes"
marked it. "And now Captain Percival will unbend his stiff elbows. Why could not all that be done easily, Preston?"
"Nonsense, Daisy!—it is military."
"Is it? But Mr. Blunt did it a great deal better. Now they are going. Must you go?"
"Yes. What are you going to do to-morrow?"