g about this and the old belt. You never wore it, and if it
hadn't been lost I don't believe you ever would have used it. You see,
after living in England you'll have learned that great English people
never dress up except on some grand day when Parliament's going to be
opened or somebody's going to be crowned; and then noblemen, I suppose,
put on robes and wear their coronets. You'd never have wanted the
belt."

"Well, I don't know about that," said Singh. "Of course I shall always
dress like an Englishman; but I suppose sometimes, by-and-by, I shall
have to dress up to show myself to my people."

"Oh yes, just once in a way, and when you are going to meet the other
chiefs; but I'll bet sixpence you will soon be glad enough to take the
things off again."

"But I say," cried Singh, "look here. What about soldiers and officers?
They dress up pretty grandly."

"Well, yes," said Glyn laughingly; "we are obliged to make them look
nice, or they wouldn't care about going shooting people and cutting off
heads. Now, promise me you won't worry any more about the belt."

"Well, I will try," cried Singh, "and I shouldn't have bothered about it
so much now, only every fellow in the school looks at me as if he were
thinking about it all the time."

"Don't believe it," said Glyn. "You fancy he does. There now, let it
go. Here, come and have a turn at something."

"What?"

"I don't know. Let's go across the field there and get under the elms.
There are a whole lot of the fellows there. They have got some game on.
There's Slegge yonder."

"Oh, I don't want to go where Slegge is."

"But you should want to go where Slegge is. I know he's a nasty,
disagreeable fellow; but you needn't notice that. If he's civil--well,
that will be right enough. If he isn't, treat him with good-humoured
contempt. You aren't afraid of him, are you?"

"I! Afraid of him!" cried Singh indignantly, and he emitted quite a
puff of angry breath.--"What did you do that for?" he continued angrily,
for, as if by accident, Glyn, with a quick gesture, had knocked off his
cap, and then stooping quickly snatched it from off the grass and put it
carefully on again. "You did that on purpose," cried Singh angrily.

"Oh, it's all right. It was the stopper came off, and I put it on
again."

"Bah!" cried Singh with a snort; but he walked quietly on, gradually
calming down as his companion half-guided him towards the group of boys
who were idli