"But it is n't red," she insisted swiftly. "Only it shows a little bright with the sun on it, and I am not going to call you that. I don't like nicknames. What did they call you before you went into the army? When--when you did know good women?"
The Sergeant bent his head, and then lifted his gray eyes to the girl's face.
"I had almost forgotten," he confessed, "but I'll tell you--David Carter Hamlin; there, you have all of it--my mother called me Dave--could you, once?"
"Could I?" laughingly. "Why, of course; now, Dave, we will have breakfast."
"And I am quite ready for it--Molly."
The girl's cheeks reddened, but their eyes met, and both laughed.