They would toss their sugar-plums into the town; we would throw these plums back to them, especially into one bonbon box.

You remember that box--that fort, Corsican, do you not ?" "What, the Little Gibraltar ?" queried the Corsican.
"The same," replied old Nonesuch, "for so the English called it.

But they had to give it up.

We filled the Little Gibraltar so full of our sugar-plums that the English had to get out.

Then it was that I saw a thin little captain at the guns.