THE LAST DAY
were in our full uniforms, for the first time, account Dave made us, and even wore our arms to supper! Dave made us stand up together now and then to look at us. And I begun to think he was crazy to be inside of a uniform himself.
"Look mighty glorious, don't they, Evelyn?" asks Dave.
"Yi—yes," says Evelyn, choking on some bread.
"Especially old Jon. Say, Jon, you been fooling us all the time. You weren't no farmer nor no student nor no preacher. You've been a soldier all the time! And now you're telling us the truth. By God, you'll give a good account of yourself down there!"
Well! Dave used all kinds of strange languages, but that's the very first time I ever heard him swear. We all jumped up, and, I think, we all got white. Evelyn looked like a ghost.
"Davy," says I, "don't you be worked up about Jon's patriotism. He's going on account
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