fun, and innocent mischief, he is a good, obedient
little fellow--and that is why they love to do all they can to make him
happy. But you must not tell that I said where he lives.

When Mr. Jourdain came home that evening, Freddy, of course, began to
tell him the first thing, about the regiment and Mr. Schermerhorn's
delightful invitation. You may be sure he gave a full-length description
of the pleasures of camp life, as retailed by Peter to an enthusiastic
audience at recess; and backed up his request to go by such powerful
pleas of sparkling, eager eyes, flushed, happy face, and irresistible,
dimpling smile, that the hardest-hearted papa in existence would have
said "yes." Mr. Jourdain, being anything but hard-hearted, readily
consented, as he was intimately acquainted with Mr. Schermerhorn and
family, and knew there was no fear on a private place of their meeting
with danger, or getting into trouble.

Then his father went on to ask a great many questions about the
regiment, how many boys belonged to it, what their sizes were, and where
they lived; all of which Freddy delightedly answered, and kept up a
continuous chattering until a quarter past nine, which, being his bed
time, he was reluctantly obliged to trot up stairs.

After he was fairly out of the room, his father and mother had a long
consultation, which resulted next day in Mr. Jourdain's paying a visit
to "Brooks Brothers," the tailors in Broadway, and afterward going to a
certain store in Maiden Lane, which had all manner of toy knapsacks and
guns in the window. What could he have gone there for, I wonder? and
then betaken himself to the police station in B---- street? Really, it
seems very mysterious, but wait a little, and you'll see.

Meanwhile Freddy, with his satchel hanging down his back to look as
much like a knapsack as possible, marched off to school bright and
early; whistling the "Star-spangled Banner" as he went along, and
looking with the utmost pity upon strange boys, who hadn't the honor of
belonging to his glorious regiment, the "Dashahed Zouaves," as his
father had advised him to name it.

He reached Dr. Larned's academy just as Peter, Harry, and half a dozen
others were going in. They greeted him directly with a shout of "Well,
Fred, what does your father say?"

"Oh, I'm to go!" cried Freddy, "I say, fellows, what do you think of the
Dashahed Zouaves for a name?"

"That's splendid! capital!" was the cry of the party. I am afraid I