She could not sit at home for it; so she went down the road to meet Dard, who had promised to come and tell her the result as soon as known.

At last she saw him approaching in a disconsolate way.

"O Dard! speak! are we undone?
are you a dead man ?" cried she.

"Have they made a soldier of you ?" "No such luck: I shall die a man of all work," grunted Dard.
"And you are sorry?
you unnatural little monster! you have no feeling for me, then." "Oh, yes, I have; but glory is No.

1 with me now." "How loud the bantams crow! You leave glory to fools that be six feet high." "General Bonaparte isn't much higher than I am, and glory sits upon his brow.