"That isn't his business. He has nothing to do with the reason of things; all he has got to do is his duty. The reason is his General's duty to look after."
"But suppose he had a very good General then that wouldn't be much of a hardship," said Daisy.
"Well, that is a very material point," said the Captain. "Suppose he has a good General as you say; that would make a great difference, certainly."
"Is that all, Captain Drummond?"
"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 Captain Drummond!" said Daisy, horrified, "I thought soldiers had tents?"