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le, as he took me by one arm and the ensign by the other. "We are going to have a little tea with the ladies; not five minutes' walk." "Most happy, sir," said Mr. Sparks, with a very flattered expression of countenance. "O'Malley, you know Sparks, and Burton too." This served for a species of triple introduction, at which we all bowed, simpered, and bowed again. We were very happy to have the pleasure, etc. "How pleasant to get away from these fellows!" said the major, "they are so uncommonly prosy! That commissary, with his mess beef, and old Pritchard, with black doses and rigors,--nothing so insufferable! Besides, in reality, a young officer never needs all that nonsense. A little medicine chest--I'll get you one each to-morrow for five pounds--no, five pounds ten--the same thing--that will see you all through the Peninsula. Remind me of it in the morning." This we all promised to do, and the major resumed: "I say, Sparks, you've got a real prize in that gray horse,--such a trooper as he is! O'Malley, you'll be wanting something of that kind, if we can find it for you." "Many thanks, Major; but my cattle are on the way here already. I've only three horses, but I think they are tolerably good ones." The major now turned to Burton and said something in a low tone, to which the other replied, "Well, if you say so, I'll get it; but it's devilish dear." "Dear, my young friend! Cheap, dog cheap." "Only think, O'Malley, a whole brass bed, camp-stool, basin-stand, all complete, for sixty pounds! If it was not that a widow was disposing of it in great distress, one hundred could not buy it. Here we are; come along,--no ceremony. Mind the two steps; that's it, Mrs. Dalrymple, Mr. O'Malley; Mr. Sparks, Mr. Burton, my daughters. Is tea over, girls?" "Why, Papa, it's nearly eleven o'clock," said Fanny, as she rose to ring the bell, displaying in so doing the least possible portion of a very well-turned ankle. Miss Matilda Dal laid down her book, but seemingly lost in abstraction, did not deign to look at us. Mrs. Dalrymple, however, did the honors with much politeness, and having by a few adroit and well-put queries ascertained everything concerning our rank and position, seemed perfectly satisfied that our intrusion was justifiable. While my _confrere_, Mr. Sparks, was undergoing his examination I had time to look at the ladies, whom I was much surprised at finding so very well looking; and as the ensign
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