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splendid to be 'Miss' anything. One might as well say 'Miss Joan of Arc' or 'Miss Diana of the Ephesians.' But of course I won't call you 'Christobel' if you would rather not." "You quite absurd boy!" said the Aunt, laughing. "Call me anything you like--just for your seven days. But you have not yet told me the meaning or significance of these seven days." The Boy sat forward, eagerly. "It's like this," he said. "I have always loved the story of how the army of Israel marched round Jericho during seven days. It appeals to me. The well-garrisoned, invincible city, with its high walls and barred gates. The silent, determined army, marching round it, once every day. Apparently nothing was happening; but, in reality, their faith, enthusiasm, and will-power were undermining those mighty walls. And on the seventh day, when they marched round seven times to the blast of the priestly trumpets; at the seventh time, the ordeal of silence was over; leave was given to the great silent host to shout. So the rams' horns sounded a louder blast than ever; and then, with all the pent-up enthusiasm born of those seven days of silent marching, the people shouted! Down fell the walls of Jericho, and up the conquerors went, right into the heart of the citadel.... _I_ am prepared to march round in silence, during seven days; but on the seventh day, Jericho will be taken." "_I_ being Jericho, I conclude," remarked the Aunt, dryly. "I cannot say I have particularly noticed the silence. But that part of the programme would be decidedly dull; so we will omit it, and say, from the first: 'little Boy Blue, come blow me your horn!'" "I shall blow it all right, on the seventh day," said the Boy, "and when I do, you will hear it." He got up, came across, and knelt by the arm of her chair. "I shall walk right up into the heart of the citadel," he said, "when the gates fly open, and the walls fall down; and there I shall find you, my Queen; and together we shall 'inherit the kingdom.' O dear unconquered Citadel! O beautiful, golden kingdom! Don't you wish it was the seventh day _now_, Christobel?" His mouth looked so sweet, as he bent over her and said "Christo_bel_," with a queer little accent on the final syllable, that the Aunt felt momentarily dizzy. "Go back to your chair, at once, Boy," she whispered. And he went. Neither spoke a word, for some minutes. The Boy lay back, watching the mysterious moving of
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