Jiminy!" "Did he ?" asked her father, smiling as he came back with the hat.

"Well, honey, there are much worse things in this world than those little fellows and if you don't complain any more than that you're going to be a very happy lady when you grow up." "Like Mamma ?" asked the little tot, with a thoughtful face.
"Just like Mamma," the man repeated.

"The loveliest--the bravest--and the _best_." He wavered a little on his feet and the hat threatened to slip through his fingers, but his daughter's great, dark eyes were steady on his and, curiously enough, he seemed to draw strength to pull himself together.
"And now, let's see.

We'll have to get the grime off first.

Just dip the little wounded soldier in." "What! My foot in your hat!" protested Virgie with a little scream.