d again.

"But you don't undone it 'tall," she said. "It sticks on top. You
breaks this paper"--pointing to the seal--"and then it undones
himself."

"You're quite right," said Mr. Linton, as the lid came off. "So it
does. How did you know?"

"We did have lots of boxes when we lived with the wegiment," said the
small girl; "but now the wegiment's in Fwance, and Daddy doesn't have
enough pennies for chocs." Her busy fingers tossed aside tissue paper
and silver wrapping, until the brown rows of sweets were revealed.
Then she put her hands by her sides.

"Is we to have some?"

"Oh, you poor little soul!" said David Linton hurriedly, and caught
her up on his knee. He held the box in front of her.

"Now, which sort do you think is best for weeshy boys like that?" he
asked, indicating the baby, who was making silent dives in the
direction of the box. "And which do you like?--and Geoffrey?"

"Michael likes these." She fished one out carefully, and Michael fell
upon it, sitting on the carpet that he might devour it at his ease.
"And Geoff and me--oh, we likes any 'tall."

"Then you shall have any at all." He held out his free hand. "Come
on, Geoff." And the boy, who had hesitated, digging one foot into the
carpet, suddenly capitulated and came.

"Are you an officer?" he asked presently.

"No, I'm too old," said David Linton. "But I have a big son who is
one--and another boy too."

"What's their regiment?"

"The same as your father's."

"Truly?" A sparkle came into the boy's eyes. "I'm going to be in it
some day."

"Of course you will--and Michael too, I suppose. And then you'll
fight the Germans--that is, if there are any left."

"Daddy says there won't be. But I keep hoping there'll be just a few
for me and Michael.'

"Alison wants some too," said that lady. "Wants to kill vem wiv my
wevolver."

"A nice young fire-eater, you are," said Mr. Linton, laughing.

"Girls can't kill Germans, silly," said Geoffrey scornfully. "They
have to stop at home and make bandages." To which his sister replied
calmly, "Shan't: I'm going to kill forty 'leven," with an air of
finality which seemed to end the discussion. Norah checked any
further warlike reflections by finding a new layer of sweets as
attractive as those on top, and the three heads clustered over the box
in a pleasant anxiety of selection.

The carriages on the Tube railway had been very stuffy that afternoon.
Mrs. Hunt emerged thankfu