"You were put on pedestals before you went away."

"I'll be spoiled if you talk to me like that."

"I shall talk as I please, Randy. Major Prime, isn't he as handsome as
a--rose?"

"_Mother_----"

"Well, you are----"

"Mother, if you talk like this to the boarders, I'll go back and get
shot up----"

She clung to him. "Randy, don't say such a thing. He mustn't talk like
that, must he, Major?"

"He doesn't mean it. Paine, this looks to me like the Promised Land----"

"I'm glad you like it," said Mrs. Paine, "and now if you don't mind,
I'll run along and kill the fatted calf----"

She kissed her son, and under a huge umbrella made her way through the
poppies that starred the grass----

"_On Flanders field--where poppies blow_"--the Major drew a sudden quick
breath---- He wished there were no poppies at King's Crest.

"I hate this hero stuff," Randy was saying, "don't you?"