The Story of My Childhood
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I never addressed a colonel as captain, got my cavalry on foot, or mounted my infantry.
My mother, like the sensible woman that she was, seeming to conclude that there were plenty of instructors without her, attempted very little, but rather regarded the whole thing as a sort of mental conglomeration, and looked on with a kind of amused curiosity to see what they would make of it. Indeed, I heard her remark many years after, that I came out with a more level head than she would have thought possible.
My first individual ownership was
"Button." In personality (if the term
be admissible), Button represented a
sprightly, medium-sized, very white
dog, with silky ears, sparkling black
