We seem to be having luck all around. And we're
going to a big ball to-morrow night, too. Who'd have thought such a
thing possible a week ago?"
"And we've made friends who'll see that we're not neglected."
"It's an absolute fact that we've become the favorite children of
fortune."
"No earthly doubt of it."
Then ensued a silence, broken at length by a scraping sound as each moved
his chair a little nearer to the window.
"Close, George," said Harry at length.
"Yes, a bit hard to breathe."
"When fellows get used to a thing it's hard to change."
"Fine room, though, and those are splendid beds."
"Great on a winter night."
"You've noticed how the commander-in-chief himself seldom sleeps under a
tent, but takes his blankets to the open?"
"Wonder how an Indian who has roamed the forest all his life feels when
he's shut up between four walls for the first time."
"Fancy it's like a prison cell to him."
"Think so too. But the Lanhams are fine people and they're doing their
best for us."
"Do you think they'd be offended if I were to take my blankets, and sleep
on the grass in the back yard?"
"Of course they would. You mustn't think of such a thing. After this
war is over you've got to emerge slowly from barbarism.
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