ling is of two
colours, d'ye see; and the others be plain.'

Mrs. Garland too saw him now, and enthusiastically admired him from her
hands upwards, and Anne silently did the same. But before the young
woman's eyes had quite left the trumpet-major they fell upon the figure
of Yeoman Festus riding with his troop, and keeping his face at a medium
between haughtiness and mere bravery. He certainly looked as soldierly
as any of his own corps, and felt more soldierly than half-a-dozen, as
anybody could see by observing him. Anne got behind the miller, in case
Festus should discover her, and, regardless of his monarch, rush upon her
in a rage with, 'Why the devil did you run away from me that night--hey,
madam?' But she resolved to think no more of him just now, and to stick
to Loveday, who was her mother's friend. In this she was helped by the
stirring tones which burst from the latter gentleman and his subordinates
from time to time.

'Well,' said the miller complacently, 'there's few of more consequence in
a regiment than a trumpeter. He's the chap that tells 'em what to do,
after all. Hey, Mrs. Garland?'

'So he is, miller,' said she.

'They could no more do without Jack and his men than they could without
generals.'

'Indeed they could not,' said Mrs. Garland again, in a tone of pleasant
agreement with any one in Great Britain or Ireland.

It was said that the line that day was three miles long, reaching from
the high ground on the right of where the people stood to the turnpike
road on the left. After the review came a sham fight, during which
action the crowd dispersed more widely over the downs, enabling Widow
Garland to get still clearer glimpses of the King, and his handsome
charger, and the head of the Queen, and the elbows and shoulders of the
princesses in the carriages, and fractional parts of General Garth and
the Duke of Cumberland; which sights gave her great gratification. She
tugged at her daughter at every opportunity, exclaiming, 'Now you can see
his feather!' 'There's her hat!' 'There's her Majesty's India muslin
shawl!' in a minor form of ecstasy, that made the miller think her more
girlish and animated than her daughter Anne.

In those military manoeuvres the miller followed the fortunes of one man;
Anne Garland of two. The spectators, who, unlike our party, had no
personal interest in the soldiery, saw only troops and battalions in the
concrete, straight lines of red, straight lines o