God knows I desire to do him justice--would wish it for him even more than for myself.

And I not only was not envious of his good fortune in so pleasing our General, but was glad of it, hoping that this honour might carry with it a new and graver responsibility sufficiently heavy to curb in him what was least admirable and bring out in him those nobler qualities so desirable in officer and man.
When I returned to my hut there were any fish smoking hot on their bark plates, and Lana and Lois in dry woollen dresses, worsted stockings, and stout, buckled shoon, already at porridge.
So I sat down with them and ate, and it was, or seemed to be, a happy company there before our little hut, with officers and troops passing to and fro and glancing curiously at us, and our Indians squatted behind us all a-row, and shining up knife and hatchet and rifle; and the bugle-horns of the various regiments sounding prettily at intervals, and the fifers and drummers down by the river at distant morning practice.
"You love best the bellowing conch-horn of the rifles," observed Lana to Lois, with a touch of her old-time impudence.
"I ?" exclaimed Lois.
"You once told me that every blast of it sets you a-trembling," insisted Lana.

"Naturally I take it that you quiver with delight--having some friend in that corps----" "Lana! Have done, you little baggage!" "Lord!" said Lana.

"'Twas Major Parr I meant.

What does an infant Ensign concern such aged dames as you and I ?" Lois, lovely under her mounting colour, continued busy with her porridge.