Julie
By[Tries to put it into words; fails; then breaks off suddenly.] Oh, you'll get to know when you've lived in the city long enough. You're nothing but a country girl. When you've lived in the city a year, like I have, you'll know all about it.
Marie
[Half angrily.] Well, how do you know when you see a real soldier?
Julie
By one thing.
Marie
What?
Julie
One thing[She pauses. Marie starts to cry.] Oh, what are you crying about?
Marie
Because you're making fun of me. . . . You're a city girl, and I'm just fresh from the country . . . and how am I expected to know a soldier when I see one?. . . You, you ought to tell me, instead of making fun of me
Julie
All right. Listen then, cry-baby. There's only one way to tell a soldier: by his salute! That's the only way.
