"That is a kind speech. To reward you for it, I will tell you anything you please. What is the question, Daisy?"
"I would like to know in what way soldiers have a hard time?"
"Well, Daisy, to begin with, a soldier can't do what he has a mind."
"Not about anything?"
"Well no; not unless he gets leave. I am only at Melbourne now because I have got leave; and I must go when my leave is up. A soldier does not belong to himself."
"To whom does he belong?"
"To his commander! He must go and come, do or not do things, just as his General bids him; and ask no questions."
"Ask no questions?" said Daisy.
"No; only do what he is ordered."
"But why mayn't he ask questions?"