“Does your mother know of your coming?” I asked, for I was determined to take no unfair advantage.
“She told me I could come,” he answered, without any backwardness, yet with modesty.
“Good. Well, what do you think?”
“Why do you sleep in your clothes?”
“Oh, a soldier often sleeps in his clothes.”
“But I don't think you're a soldier.”
“Why?”
“Where is your sword?”
“I'll get that by-and-by.”