"Not quite all."
"What else?"
"Well, Daisy, a soldier, even under a good General, is often ordered to do hard things."
"What sort of things?"
"What do you think," said the Captain lolling comfortably on the green bank, "of camping out under the rain-clouds—with no bed but stones or puddles of mud and wet leaves—and rain pouring down all night, and hard work all day; and no better accommodations for week in and week out?"
"But Capt. Drummond!" said Daisy horrified, "I thought soldiers had tents?"
"So they do—in fine weather—" said the Captain. "But just where the hardest work is to do, is where they can't carry their tents."
"Couldn't that be prevented?"
"I'm afraid not."
"I should think they'd get sick?"