S, AMONG OTHER THINGS, WITH TREASONABLE MATTERS
XXV. IN WHICH THE GHOST IS LAID
XXVI. OF BACCHUS AND THE MUSES
XXVII. HOW THE SERGEANT RECOUNTED AN OLD STORY
XXVIII. THE MAJOR COMES TO A RESOLUTION
XXIX. TELLS HOW LADY BETTY DID THE SAME
XXX. CONCERNING CHARLES, EARL OF MEDHURST
XXXI. WHICH DESCRIBES SOMETHING OF MY LADY BETTY'S GRATITUDE
XXXII. FLINT AND STEEL
XXXIII. DESCRIBING SOMETHING OF COQUETRY AND A DAWN
XXXIV. HOW MR. DALROYD MADE A PLAN AND LOCKED HIS DOOR
XXXV. HOW THE SERGEANT TOOK WARNING OF A WITCH
XXXVI. HOW THEY RODE TO INCHBOURNE
XXXVII. OF ROGUES AND PLOTS
XXXVIII. HOW THE MAJOR MADE HIS WILL
XXXIX. WHICH IS A QUADRUPLE CHAPTER
XL. OF THE ONSET AT THE HAUNTED MILL
XLI. CONCERNING HIGHWAYMEN AND THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE
XLII. WHICH DESCRIBES A DUEL
XLIII. HOW THEY DRANK A NEW TOAST
XLIV. SOME ACCOUNT OF A HIGHWAYMAN
XLV. CERTAIN ADVENTURES OF THE RAMILLIE COAT
XLVI. FURTHER INTIMATE ADVENTURES OF THE RAMILLIE COAT
XLVII. OF A FEMININE COUNCIL OF WAR
XLVIII. OF THE INSUBORDINATION OF SERGEANT ZEBEDEE TRING
XLIX. OF A JOURNEY BY NIGHT
L. WHICH TELLS OF ANOTHER DAWN

OUR ADMIRABLE BETTY

CHAPTER I

CONCERNING THE MAJOR'S CHERRIES

"The Major, mam, the Major has a truly wonderful 'ead!" said Sergeant
Zebedee Tring as he stood, hammer in hand, very neat and precise from
broad shoe-buckles to smart curled wig that offset his square, bronzed
face.

"Head, Sergeant, head!" retorted pretty, dimpled Mrs. Agatha, nodding
at the Sergeant's broad back.

"'Ead mam, yes!" said the Sergeant, busily nailing up a branch of the
Major's favourite cherry tree. "The Major has a truly wonderful 'ead,
regarding which I take liberty to ob-serve as two sword-cuts and a
spent bullet have in nowise affected it, Mrs. Agatha, mam, which is a
fact as I will maintain whenever and wherever occasion demands, as in
dooty bound mam, dooty bound."

"Duty, Sergeant, duty!"

"Dooty, mam--pre-cisely." Here the Sergeant turning round for another
nail, Mrs. Agatha bent over the rose-bush, her busy fingers cutting a
bloom here and another there and her pretty face quite hidden in the
shade of her mob-cap.

"Indeed," she continued, after a while, "'tis no wonder you be so
very--fond of him, Sergeant!"

"Fond of him, mam, fond of him," said the Sergeant turning to look at
her with glowing eyes, "w