r's part, as he knew full
well.

"Yes," Judy said quietly. "I've got a plan that will do, I think."
Then a sudden fire entered her manner.

"Who is the General's father? Tell me that," she said, in a
rapid, eager way; "and isn't it right and proper fathers should
look after their sons? And doesn't he deserve we should get
even with him for doing us out of the pantomime? And isn't the
Aquarium too lovely to miss?"

"Well?" Pip said; his slower brain did not follow such rapid
reasoning.

"Only I'm going to leave the General here at the Barracks for a
couple of hours till we come back, his father being the proper
person to watch over him." Judy grasped the General's small.
fat hand in a determined way, and opened the gate.

"Oh, I say," remarked Pip, "we'll get in an awful row, you know,
Fizz. I don't think we'd better--I don't really, old girl."

"Not a bit," said Judy, stoutly--"at least, only a bit, and
the Aquarium's worth that. Look how it's raining; the child will
get croup, or rheumatism, or something if we take him; there's
Father standing over on the green near the tennis-court talking to
a man. I'll slip quietly along the veranda and into his own room,
and put the coat and the General on the bed; then I'll tell a
soldier to go and tell Father his parcels have come; and while
he's gone I'll fly back to you, and we'll catch the tram
and go to the Aquarium."

Pip whistled again softly. He was used to bold proposals from
this sister of his, but this was beyond everything. "B--b--but,"
he said uneasily, "but, Judy, whatever would he do with that kid for
two mortal hours?"

"Mind him," Judy returned promptly. "It's a pretty thing if a
father can't mind his own child for two hours. Afterwards, you
see, when we've been to the Aquarium, we will come back and fetch
him, and we can explain to Father how it was raining, and that we
thought we'd better not take him with us for fear of rheumatism,
and that we were in a hurry to catch the tram, and as he wasn't
in his room we just put him on the bed till he came. Why, Pip,
it's beautifully simple!"

Pip still looked uncomfortable. "I don't like it, Fizz," he said
again; "he'll be in a fearful wax."

Judy gave him one exasperated look. "Go and see if that's the
Bondi tram coming," she said; and glad of a moment's respite,
he went down the path again to the pavement and looked down
the hill. When he turned round again she had gone.

He stuck his