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Other peoples ' horses stood saddled at her door when she would ride . Other peoples ' servants flew to do her bidding . Women might whisper and frown , but for the present , at least , she had the men at her beck and call . Morn , noon and night she was on the go , the mornings being given over , as a rule , to a gallop over the breezy heights where the brigade or regimental drills were going on , the afternoons to calls , wherein it is ever more blessed to give than to receive -- and the evenings to hops at the assembly room , or to entertaining -- charmingly entertaining the little swarm of officers with occasional angels of her own sex , sure to drop in and spend an hour . Cherry played and sang and `` made eyes '' at the boys . Mrs. Frank was winsome and genial and joyous to everybody , and when Garrison himself arrived from camp , generally late in the evening , looking worn and jaded from long hours at the desk , she had ever a comforting supper and smiling , playful welcome for her lord , making much of him before the assembled company , to the end that more than one callow sub was heard to say that there would be some sense in marrying , by George , if a fellow could pick up a wife like Mrs. Frank . All the same the post soon learned that the supposedly blest aide-de-camp breakfasted _ solus _ on what he could forage for himself before he mounted and rode over to his long day 's labor at Camp Merritt .