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Little did Alma suspect what it meant to the kind teacher to give up that precious half-hour of solitude; but Miss Joslyn saw the child's eyes grow bright at the dazzling prospect, and noted the color that covered even her forehead as she murmured thanks and looked over at her mother for sympathy.
Why can't we go with them?" persisted the boy. "Private Joslyn," said Si, with some official sternness, "the first thing a soldier's got to learn is to keep quiet and wait for orders. You understand?" "'Pears to me that there's a lot o' first things to learn," grumbled the boy to the others, "and it's nothin' but wait, wait forever.
"That's just because you're a duck-legged snipe," answered Gid wrathfully. "Do you mean to?" "Don't make any slurs at me, you spindle-legged sand-hill crane," retorted Harry. This was enough. Blows came next. It was their way. Gid Mackall and Harry Joslyn had been inseparable companions since they had begun going to school, and they had scarcely ever let a day pass without a fight.
"Goody, I'm in the front rank," giggled little Pete, and Harry Joslyn looked as if here was another case of favoritism that he would have to call the President's attention to. "Now," commanded Si, "put your heels together, turn your toes out, stand erect, draw your stomachs in "
McGillicuddy stepped over to the right of the line stopped in front of Harry Joslyn and Gid Mackall. Shorty full-cocked his gun with two sharp clicks. "You two step forward one pace," said Capt. McGillicuddy to the two radiant boys, who obeyed with a jump.
"Well, in the first place, they got that Joslyn and Mackall to mark a big number 79 on their tents, and then put the same, with their names, on a sheet of paper, and take it up to the Captain's tent. "The Captain was having a life-and-death rassle with Cap Summerville over their eternal chess, when he's crosser'n two sticks, and liable to snap your head off if you interrupt him.
"Can't we go back on top o' the cars, where we kin watch for 'em, and git the first pop at 'em?" said Harry Joslyn, in a pleading tone. "No; that's too dangerous, and you'll lose time in gittin' together," answered Si. "You must all come into the cars with me." "Sergeant," said Shorty, "let me have a couple to go on the engine with me." "Le' me go.
I'd ruther be the tail end o' the 200th Injianny, than the Drum Major o' any other." "That's all right," they shouted. "We're glad we're in the 200th Injianny, but we want to be in Co. "Well, you can't all be in Co. Q. Only six and one-half of you. The rest's got to go to other companies." "Say, Corpril," spoke up Harry Joslyn, "you'll see that I git in, won't you?
"It isn't their fault; I flew over the wall," returned Rob. "The fact is," he added, hastily, as he noted the President's frown, "I have come to save the Republic; and I haven't much time to waste over a bundle of Frenchmen, either." The President seemed surprised. "Your name!" he demanded, sharply. "Robert Billings Joslyn, United States of America!" "Your business, Monsieur Joslyn!"
The picture rose before her thought of Miss Joslyn as she always appeared at the long recess: her chair swung about until her profile only was visible, the white napkin on her desk, the book in her hand as she read and ate at one and the same time.
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