Distinctions of rank are forgotten in times of public peril.' Some twenty or thirty people presently gathered in that round room from whose windows Philip and Lucy had looked out when they were first imprisoned.

There were indeed all sorts, match-servants, domino-men, soldiers, china-men, Mr.Noah's three sons and his wife, a pirate and a couple of sailors.
'What book,' Philip asked Lucy in an undertone, 'did she get these soldiers out of ?' 'Caesar, I think,' said Lucy.

'And I'm afraid it was my fault.

I remember telling her about the barbarians and the legions and things after father had told me--when she was my nurse, you know.

She's very clever at thinking of horrid things to do, isn't she ?' The council talked for two hours, and nobody said anything worth mentioning.