Page 16 - Among the camps, or, Young people's stories of the war

"N o r my little sister,” said the young warrior, patron­
izingly, swelling with infantile importance.

" No ; he won't let anybody make me ky,” chimed in
Evelyn, promptly accepting the proffered protection.
“ On my word, Ellen, the fellow has some of the old blood
in him," said Major Stafford, much pleased. " Come here*
my young knight.” He drew the boy up to him. u 1 had

rather have heard you say that than have won a brigadier’s
wreath. You shall have your breeches and your sword next
Christmas. W ere \ the king I should give you your spurs.
Remember, never let any one make your mother or sister
cry-"*

Charlie nodded in token of his acceptance of the condi­
tion.
,fAIJ right," he said.