But Oswald
said, hurriedly:

"Don't. Not yet. We sha'n't ever have a chance like this. If you'd only
show us the pursuing practice! Albert's uncle knows it; but he only does
it on an arm-chair, because he hasn't a horse."

And that brave and swagger captain did really do it. He rode his horse
right into our gate when we opened it, and showed us all the cuts,
thrusts, and guards. There are four of each kind. It was splendid. The
morning sun shone on his flashing blade, and his good steed stood with
all its legs far apart and stiff on the lawn. Then we opened the paddock
gate and he did it again, while the horse galloped as if upon the bloody
battle-field among the fierce foes of his native land, and this was far
more ripping still.

Then we thanked him very much, and he went away, taking his men with
him. And the guns, of course.

Then we wrote to my father, and he said "Yes," as we knew he would, and
next time the soldiers came by--but they had no guns this time, only the
captive Arabs of the desert--we had the keepsakes ready in a
wheelbarrow, and we were on the church-yard wall.

And the bold captain called an immediate halt.

Then the girls had the splendid honor and pleasure of giving a pipe and
four whole ounces of tobacco to each soldier.

Then we shook hands with the captain and the sergeant and the corporals,
and the girls kissed the captain--I can't think why girls will kiss
everybody--and we all cheered for the Queen.

It was grand. And I wish my father had been there to see how much you
can do with L12 if you order the things from the Stores.

We have never seen those brave soldiers again.

I have told you all this to show you how we got so keen about soldiers,
and why we sought to aid and abet the poor widow at the white cottage in
her desolate and oppressedness.

Her name was Simpkins, and her cottage was just beyond the church-yard,
on the other side from our house. On the different military occasions
which I have remarked upon this widow woman stood at her garden gate and
looked on. And after the cheering she rubbed her eyes with her apron.
Alice noticed this slight but signifying action.

We feel quite sure Mrs. Simpkins liked soldiers, and so we felt friendly
to her. But when we tried to talk to her she would not. She told us to
go along with us, do, and not bother her. And Oswald, with his usual
delicacy and good breeding, made the others do as she said.

But we were not to be thus repu