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Give a kiss to the pretty gentleman, and look at all these pretty good-conduct stripes on the sofa! There! That's better. 'Don't speak as if I were a baby! 'Do you mind telling me what we're quarrelling about, my dear? I only ask for information. 'Oh, we're not. You're awfully sweet. You know I love you, Vincy. 'I thought, perhaps, it was really all right.

After a pause he added in a thoughtful tone, "For ye see I was wance a soldier meself." "What!" "It's the pure truth I'm tellin' ye a corporal, with two good-conduct stripes; the other week Paddy Nolan had drink taken, and nothin' would please him but that he must drive, so he turned off the garriwan and made a cruel bad hand of it as you saw for yourself!

Meredith had sat down at his desk and buried his face in his arms. "God help me!" he said. "I'm a poor sort of father. Oh, Rosemary! If you had only cared!" The Good-Conduct Club had a special session the next morning before school. After various suggestions, it was decided that a fast day would be an appropriate punishment. "We won't eat a single thing for a whole day," said Jerry.

His reward was another string of athletic cups, a good-conduct sword, and, at last, Her Majesty's commission as a subaltern in a first-class line regiment. He did not know that he bore with him from school and college a character worth much fine gold, but was pleased to find his mess so kindly.

Not even his adventure with the grisly, or his timely success with the two bisons when his people were starving, had so aroused the ambition of Two Arrows. The future fortunes of his entire band seemed to him to depend once more upon his own individual good-conduct. Sile thought he had never seen so proud looking a human being.

When he was good for a week, he drew good-conduct pay; and when he was bad, he was deprived of his good-conduct stripe. Generally he was bad, for India offers many chances of going wrong to little six-year-olds. Children resent familiarity from strangers, and Wee Willie Winkie was a very particular child. Once he accepted an acquaintance, he was graciously pleased to thaw.

Then he won scores of good-conduct cards, gaudy treasures, with pictures of Daniel in the Lions' Den and the Marriage of Cana and such like, which he secreted preciously beneath a loose slab in the scullery floor. He did not show them to his mother, knowing that she would tear them up and bang him over the head; and for similar reasons he refrained from telling her of the Sunday-school treat.

There was no other English writer of the nineteenth century who to the same degree made all human experiences his own. His is poems are not poems about little children who win good-conduct prizes. They are poems of the agonies of life, poems about tragic severance, poems about failure. They range through the virtues and the vices with the magnificent boldness of Dostoevsky's novels.

He accepted Brandis, a subaltern of the 195th, on sight. Brandis was having tea at the Colonel's, and Wee Willie Winkie entered strong in the possession of a good-conduct badge won for not chasing the hens round the compound. He regarded Brandis with gravity for at least ten minutes, and then delivered himself of his opinion.

A horror of the rosy-faced little creature, with good-conduct medals gleaming on its breast, came over him. "Hush!" he said. "All right, sir; but you take my word for it, the gentleman's dead." Julian finished the note, thrust it into an envelope, and addressed it to the doctor. "Run and get a cab and take that at once to Harley Street," he said. The boy smiled. "I like cab-riding," he said.