"I don't think I shall ever forget about the Saxon Heptarchy, and Egbert, and Alfred." "How about forgetting _me_ ?" "You know I couldn't," said Daisy with a most genial smile.

"O Capt.
Drummond!"-- she added, as a flash of sudden thought crossed her face.
"What now, Daisy ?" The child looked at him with a most earnest, inquisitive wistful gaze.
The Captain had some difficulty to stand it.
"O Capt.

Drummond," she repeated,--"are you going to be ashamed of Christ ?" [Illustration] The young soldier was strangely enough confused by this simple question.
His embarrassment was even evident.

He hesitated for a reply, and it did not readily dome.

When it came, it was an evasion.
"That is right, Daisy," he said; "stand by your colours.