“‘Pie,’ said the sentry, good-naturedly. ‘Apple pie. Have a bite?’
“The major frowned.
“‘Do you know who I am?’ he asked.
“‘No,’ said the sentry, ‘unless you’re the major’s groom.’
“The major shook his head.
“‘Guess again,’ he growled.
“‘The barber from the village?’
“‘No.’
“‘Maybe—’ here the sentry laughed—‘maybe you’re the major himself?’
“‘That’s right. I am the major,’ was the stern reply.