TEDDY'S BUTTON

 By AMY LE FEUVRE

 Author of 'Probable Sons, ' 'Eric's Good News, ' etc. 

 1896

CHAPTER I

An Antagonist

He stood in the centre of a little crowd of village boys; his golden headwas bare in the blazing sun, but the crop of curls seemed thick enough toprotect him from its rays, and he was far too engrossed in his occupationto heed any discomfort from the heat. 

A slim delicate little lad, with a finely cut face, and blue eyes that byturns would sparkle with animation, and then settle into a dreamywistfulness, with a deep far-away look in them. They were dancing andflashing with excitement now, and his whole frame was quivering withenthusiasm; with head thrown back, and tongue, hand, and foot all inmotion, he seemed to have his audience completely spell-bound, and theylistened with open eyes and mouths to his oration. 

With one hand he was fingering a large brass button, which figuredconspicuously in the centre of his small waistcoat, and this button wasthe subject of his theme. 

'My father he rushed forward--"Come on, men; we'll save the old colours!"And they shouted "Hurrah!" as they made after him. There were guns going, and shells flying, and swords flashing and hacking away, and the enemypoured on with fiery red faces and gnashing teeth! My father drew hissword--and no one could stand against him, no one! He cut and he slashed, and heads and arms and legs rolled off as quick as lightning, one afterthe other. He got up to the colours, and with a shout he plunged hissword right through the enemy's body that had stolen them! The enemy fellstone dead. My father seized the colours and looked round. He was alone!The other soldiers had been beaten back. But was he in a funk? No; hegave a loud "Hurrah!" picked up his sword, and fought his way back, theenemy hard after him. It was a race for life, and he ran backwards thewhole way; he wasn't going to turn his back to the enemy. He pressed on, shouting "Hurrah!" till he got to his own side again, and then he reachedhis colonel. 

'"Captain dead, sir I've got the colours!" He saluted as he said it, andthen dropped dead himself at the colonel's feet, the blood gushing outof his heart, and over his clothes, and over this button!'

The little orator paused as he sank his voice to a tragic whisper, then raising it again, he added triumphantly, 'And thirty bullets andsix swords had gone through my father's body! That was something likea soldier!'

'Oh, I say!' murmured a small sceptic from the crowd, 'it was twentybullets last time; make it fifty, Teddy!'

'And that's the story of my button, ' pursued the boy, ignoring with scornthis last remark. 

'And did your father have only one button to his coat?'

The voice was a strange one, and the boys turned round to meet thecurious gaze of a sturdy little damsel, who had, unnoticed, joined thegroup. She was not dressed as an ordinary village child, but in a littlerough serge sailor suit, with a large hat to match, set well back on aquantity of loose dark hair. A rosy-cheeked square-set little figure shewas, and her brown eyes, fringed with long black lashes, looked straightat Teddy with something of defiance and scorn in their glance. 

Though at first a little taken aback, Teddy rose to the occasion. 

'One button!' he said with emphasis; 'the coat was sent to mother withonly one button left on; and if you--' here he turned upon his questionerwith a little fierceness--'if you had been through such a bloody battle, and killed so many men, you would have burst and lost _all_ your buttons, and not had one left, like father!'

There was a round of applause at this, but the small maiden remainedundaunted. 

'Is that a true story you told?' she demanded, with severity in her tone. 

'Of course it's true, ' was the indignant shout of all. 

'Then I tell you, boy, I don't believe a word of it!' And with setdetermined lips she turned on her heel and walked away, having sown seedsof anger and resentment in more than one boyish breast. 

'Who is she?' asked Teddy as, tired and exhausted by his recital, hethrew himself on the grass to rest. One of the bigger boys answered him. 

'I seed her come yesterday in a cab from the town to old Sol at theturnpike--she and her mother, I reckon. They had two carpet bags and abox and a poll parrot in a cage. I counted them myself, for I was havin'a ride behind, and the woman she called Sol "Father, " so the little 'unmust be his grandarter!'

'P'raps they've come from 'Mericky, ' suggested a small urchin, capering round on his hands and feet. 'Polls allays comes over thesea, you know. '

[Illustration: TEDDY TELLS THE STORY OF HIS FATHER'S HEROIC DEATH. ]

'She didn't believe me, ' murmured Teddy, chewing a wisp of grassmeditatively. 

'Gals is no good, never! If she'd been a boy you would 'a fought her, butI shouldn't care for naught like her, Ted. '

Teddy turned his face upwards to the speaker. 'No, I couldn't have foughther, Sam, if she'd been a boy. I've promised my mother I won't fightagain till she gives me leave. You see, I fought four boys in one weeklast time, and she says she won't have it. I don't see if it is right forsoldiers to fight, why it isn't right for boys!'

'I don't think there's any fellers left for you to fight with, so you'repretty safe. Besides, it was only Tom Larken, who set them on to try andget your button from you, and he's gone off to another part of thecountry now. '

'I think, p'raps, ' went on Teddy slowly, as he turned over on his backand looked up at the clear blue sky above him, 'that I wasn't quitetrue about the bullets. I think it was six bullets and three swordcuts. I forget when I tell it how many it was; but she said she didn'tbelieve a word!'

Five o'clock struck by the old church clock close by. Teddy was uponhis feet in an instant, and with a wild whoop and shout he wasscudding across the green, his curls flying in the wind, and hislittle feet hardly seeming to touch the ground. There was none inthe village so quick-footed as Teddy, and for daring feats anddownright pluck he held the foremost place. Perhaps this accounted forhis popularity, perhaps it was his marvellous aptitude for tellingstories, many of them wild productions from his fertile brain, butcertain it was that he was the pet and the darling of the village, andnone as yet had resisted his sway. 

Over the green, up a shady lane, across two fields, and then, breathlessand panting, Teddy paused before an old-fashioned farmhouse. He passedhis hands lightly through his curls, pulled himself up with a jerk, andthen quietly and sedately opened a latched door and entered the longlow-roofed kitchen. 

There was something very restful in the scene. A square substantial tablecovered with a white cloth, in the centre a large bowl of roses andhoneysuckle: home-made bread and golden butter, a glass dish of honey inits comb, a plate of fresh watercress, and a currant loaf completed thesimple fare. Presiding at the tea-tray was a stern, forbidding-lookingwoman of sixty or more, opposite her was seated her son, the master ofthe farm, a heavy-faced, sleepy-looking man; and at his side, facing thedoor, sat Teddy's mother. A sweet gentle-faced young woman she was, withthe same deep blue eyes as her little son; she bore no resemblance tothe elder woman, and looked, as she indeed was, superior to hersurroundings. Two years ago she had come with her child to make her homeamongst her husband's people, and though at first her mother-in-law, Mrs. Platt, was inclined to look upon her contemptuously as a poor, delicate, useless creature, time proved to her that for steady, quiet work no onecould eclipse her daughter-in-law. Young Mrs. John, as she was called, was now her right hand, and the dairy work of the farm was made overentirely to her. 

'Late again, you young scamp!' was the stern greeting of his grandmother, as Teddy appeared on the scene. 

The boy looked at her with a twinkle in his eye, put his little hand tohis forehead, and gave her a military salute. 

'Sorry, ' was all he said as he slipped into the chair that waswaiting for him. 

'What have you been doing, sonny?' asked the young mother, whose eyes hadbrightened at the sight of him. 

'Telling father's story, ' replied Teddy with alacrity. 

A shadow came over his mother's face, her lips took a distressed curve, but she said nothing, only occupied herself with attending to the child'swants. 'Your father was never late for his meals, ' the grandmother putin with asperity. 

'Never, granny? Not when he was a boy? I shall be always in time when I'ma soldier. '

'Better begin now, then; bad habits, like weeds, grow apace!'

Teddy had no answer for this; his mouth was full of bread and butter, andhe did not speak till the meal was over. Then, whilst tea was being takenaway by the women, he turned to his uncle, who, pulling out a pipe fromhis pocket, sat down by the open door to smoke. 

'Uncle Jake!'

A grunt was the only response; but that was sufficient. The two perfectlyunderstood each other, and a minute after Teddy was perched on his knee. 

'I'm wondering if I can't get an enemy!' the boy proceeded, folding hissmall arms and looking up at his uncle steadily; 'all good people hadenemies in the Bible, and I haven't one, I should like to have a goodright down enemy!'

'To fight?' asked his uncle. 

'To carry on with, you know; he would lay traps for me, and I would forhim, like David and Saul; we should have a fine time of it. And thenperhaps, if he did something dreadfully wrong, mother would give me leaveto fight him, just once in a way. Don't you think that would be nice?'

'Fightin' ain't the only grand thing in this world; peace is grander, 'was the slow response to this appeal. 

'That's what mother says. She made me learn this morning--"Blessed arethe peacemakers!" but you must have an enemy to make peace with, and Ihaven't got one. '

There was silence; the uncle puffed away at his pipe; he was a good man, and had more brains than his appearance warranted, but Teddy's speecheswere often a sore puzzle to him. The boy continued in a slow, thoughtfultone, 'I saw some one to-day that I feel might be an enemy, but she's agirl; men don't fight with women. '

'I'd rather tackle a man than a woman any day. They be a powerful enemysometimes, lad! And what have this young maid done to you?'

'She said, '--and Teddy's eyes grew bright whilst the blood rushed intohis cheeks--'she said she didn't believe a word of father's story--not aword of it! And she laughed, and walked away. '

'That was coming it strong; and who is she, to talk so?'

'She's a stranger; Sam said she's come to live with old Sol at theturnpike. '

'That must be Grace's child, ' said old Mrs. Platt, coming up and joiningin the conversation. 'I heard she was coming to stay with her father thissummer, and glad I am of it too--the old man is very lonely. I supposeher husband is at sea again. '

'What is her husband?' inquired Teddy's mother, as with work in hand shecame out and took a seat in the old-fashioned porch. 

'A sailor. Grace was always a roving nature herself. She never wouldsettle down quiet and take a husband from these parts. She was maid toour squire's lady then, and went to foreign parts with her; but folks sayshe's steadied down now wonderful. They've been living at Portsmouth, sheand her little girl. '

CHAPTER II

'When Greek Meets Greek Then Comes The Tug Of War!'

Two little determined figures, with flushed, resolute faces, stoodopposite one another on a narrow footbridge over a running stream. 

Neither could pass the other, but neither intended going back, and thesturdy maiden, in her sailor dress, with her small hands placed on herhips, appeared quite a match for Teddy, who, with his golden head wellup, looked like a war-horse scenting the battle-field. 

It was thus they met again; both employing their Saturday afternoon inroaming along the edge of a stream, they had suddenly come face to facewith one another. 

'You're to let me come over first, ' she asserted very emphatically, 'because I'm a girl. '

[Illustration: 'YOU'RE TO LET ME COME OVER FIRST, ' SHE ASSERTED. ]

'Boys never go back. A soldier's son never! I'm not going to turn my backbefore the enemy--I would disgrace my button if I did. '

'That old button!' The tone was that of utmost scorn. 

Teddy's cheeks grew rosy red at once, but he said nothing. 

'I got to this bridge before you did, ' she continued. 

'I began to cross it first. And _you_, who are you? No one knows anythingabout you. I have been crossing this bridge for _years_. '

'More reason you shouldn't cross it now. My name is Nancy Wright, that'swho I am. '

A princess could not have revealed her name more royally. She added, after a pause, 'And I mean to come over first, so go back. '

'Never! I never go back!'

'Then I shall push you over in the water. '

'Come on and try, then!'

Then there was silence; both the little people eyed each other defiantly, yet a little doubtfully, as if measuring one another's strength, andtheir faces grew eager at the coming contest. 

'Boys always ought to give way to girls, always, ' Nancy said, using herstrongest plea; 'you're not a proper boy at all. '

'You're not a proper girl. You're wearing a boy's hat and a boy'sjacket. '

'I'm a sailor's daughter, and everybody can see I am. You say you're asoldier's son, why don't you dress like one?'

Teddy felt he was getting the worst of it. He fingered his buttonproudly. 

'I'm wearing something that has been in the thick of a bloody battle;that's more than you can do. Sailors don't know much of fighting. '

'They know just as much as soldiers, and as to your old button, I b'lieveyou just picked up the old brass thing from the gutter!'

'If you weren't a girl, I'd fight you!' sputtered Teddy now, withrising wrath. 

'Pooh! I expect I could lick you; I don't b'lieve you have half as big amuscle as I have on my arm. '

'A girl have muscle! It's just a bit of fat!'

The tone of scorn proved too much for Nancy's self-control; with apassionate exclamation she made a quick rush across the plank, there wasa struggle, and the result was what might have been expected--a greatsplash, a scream from Nancy, and both little figures were immersed in thestream. Happily the water was not very deep, and after a few minutes'scrambling they were on dry ground, considerably sobered by theirimmersion. Teddy began to laugh a little shamefacedly, but Nancy was verynear tears. 

'I'll tell my mother you nearly drowned me dead. '

'If you're a sailor's daughter, you oughtn't to be afraid of the water;sailors and fish are always in the sea. '

'They're never in it; never!'

'Well, they're on it, as close as they can be to it. Why, you're nearlycrying! But you're only a girl, and a sailor's girl can't be verybrave--not like a soldier's girl would be. '

'Sailors are much braver than soldiers, ' said Nancy, quickly swallowingdown her tears; 'and when they do fight they're in much more danger thanthe soldiers. Father said, how would soldiers like the earth to swallowthem up just when they've been fighting hard and got the victory? That'swhat the sea does to the poor sailors. Their ship begins to sink, andthey send up three cheers for queen and country, and then stand on deckwith folded arms, and go down, down, down to the bottom of the sea, andnever make a cry!'

Nancy forgot her wet clothes in her eloquence, and Teddy staredwonderingly at her. 

'Well, ' he said, as if considering the matter, 'they may be sometimesbrave, but they don't fight like the soldiers, and they have no banners, and red coats, and band; and they don't know how to march. A sailor walksanyhow. I saw one once, and I thought he was tipsy, but he wasn't. Asailor walks like a goose--he waddles!'

'You're the horridest, rudest boy I've ever seen!'

And with the utmost dignity Nancy walked away, Teddy calling after her, 'You made a pretty good charge for a girl, but you couldn't get pastme!' And then with one of his loud whoops he raced home, and hardly drewa breath till he reached the farmhouse door. His grandmother confrontedhim at once. 

'You young rascal, what have you been doing? You're never a day out ofmischief. If I was your mother I'd give you a good whipping; but shespoils you. '

'And you do, too, granny!'

Teddy's laughing blue eyes, as he raised them to the grim face beforehim, conquered, as they generally did. 

'There, go to your mother, she's in the dairy; I wash my hands of you. '

But Teddy crept up to his little room to change his wet clothes before hemet his mother, and then was very silent about his adventure, merelysaying, by way of explanation, that he had fallen into the brook; but attea, a short time after, he suddenly said, --

'If you put a sailor and a soldier together, which would you choose, Uncle Jake?'

'Eh, my laddie? Well, they're both good in their way. I couldn't say, I'm sure. '

'Mother, wouldn't you say the soldier was the bravest?'

'Perhaps I might, sonny; but a sailor can be quite as brave. '

Teddy's face fell. 'I never thought a sailor could fight at all, ' hesaid, in a disappointed tone; 'I thought they just took care of ourships, and now and then fired a big gun off. '

'Who's been bringing up the sailors to you?' asked his grandmother. 

'That little girl I told you of--Nancy her name is. '

'Where have you seen her?'

'Down by the brook; we fell into the water together, because we bothwanted to cross at once. '

'But, my boy, that was naughty for you not to give place to her, ' andMrs. John spoke reprovingly. 

'I know it was, mother, but I wasn't going to turn back. That would berunning away from the enemy. You see, we met in the middle, and she's notat all a nice girl, and she's so proud and stuck up about the sailors!'

'As proud as you are of the redcoats, I guess!' old Mrs. Platt said. 

'Do sailors and soldiers like each other?' questioned Teddy, ignoringthe thrust. 

'I am sure I don't know, ' his mother answered, smiling. 'I have neverseen them together that I remember, but I should think they did. Theyboth fight for their queen and country. '

'Well, I'm a soldier's son, and I don't like a sailor's daughter, I knowthat! I think she is a kind of enemy. '

'Oh, hush! sonny. You must have no enemies. It is wrong to talk so. '

'That's what he was a-sayin' to me t'other day, ' put in his uncle slowly;'he says he wants one. '

'Yes, I do, ' and Teddy gave a fervent nod as he spoke; 'and, mother, Ibelieve most good people have enemies, so it must be right to have one. '

'They never make one, as you're trying to do. '

Teddy looked puzzled. 

'Well, ' he said presently, 'I expect it's because she's a stranger. Shedoesn't belong to our village. I don't like strangers. '

'She's no more a stranger than you were when you first came here, ' hismother said; 'and the fact of her being a stranger ought to make youkind to her. '

'I'm thinking of calling on her mother, ' old Mrs. Platt said, looking ather little grandson with her keen grey eyes; 'shall I take you with me tosee the little girl?'

'I've seen her enough, granny. Please, I think I'd rather not. '

The subject was dropped, but Teddy's thoughts were busy. He ran down tothe village green after tea, and there met one or two of his specialchums, to whom he confided the events of the afternoon. They highlyapplauded the scene at the bridge, but Teddy shook his curly head alittle doubtfully. 

'Men ought always to give way to women, I've heard mother say; but Icouldn't turn back, you see--it would have disgraced my button. '

'Tell you what, ' cried Harry Brown, commonly known as 'Carrots' from hisfiery hair, 'you could 'a done what the goats did in the primer atschool--you ought ter have laid flat down and let her walk across you. '

'She would have hurt dreadful, ' Teddy observed thoughtfully. 'Besides, she's so proud, I don't think I would have liked to do that. '

'No, ' put in Sam Waters; 'you did fine. I say, let's come up to theturnpike and see if she's about there. I'll give her a word, if shebegins to sauce me. '

Teddy agreed to this, and the trio trotted off along a flat, dusty road, Teddy beguiling the way by some of his wonderful stories till they camein sight of the low thatched cottage, covered with roses, that guardedthe turnpike. 

They soon saw the young damsel, for she was swinging on the gate, herdark hair flying in the wind, and her eyes and cheeks bright with theexercise. She looked at the boys, then laughed. 

'Poor little button-boy!' she said; 'you have to be taken care of by twobigger ones. '

'We've come to see you, ' said Sam valiantly, 'because we ain't going tostand any cheek from you; so you had better look out. '

Nancy stopped swinging, and resting her fat little elbows on the topmostbar, asked saucily, 'Did the button-boy tell you to come and help himfight me? Are you all three going to try?'

'We don't fight girls, ' said Teddy. 

'You push them into the water. '

'I didn't. '

'I told mother about it. She thought you was a very rude boy not to waittill I crossed over. '

There was silence, then Carrots started forward. 

'Look here, you'll have to learn your manners, and we won't have astrange girl like you stick yourself up so. We've come to tell you tolook out for yourself if you don't stop it. '

Nancy laughed again, and swung herself violently backwards and forwards. 'Yo ho! my lads, yo ho!' she sang. 'I'm on my ship, and I don't care forboys a bit; they're all as stupid as they can be. Yo ho! We go! Yo ho, lads, heave ho!'

Her elevated position certainly seemed to give her an advantage. 

'We'll soon shake you off there!' shouted Sam, his wrath rising at hercalm indifference to the lords of creation. 

'Come on, and try. I'm up the rigging, and a storm is beginning. Hurray--come on!'

Sam and Carrots made a furious onslaught, and the gate was roughlyhandled, but the more it shook and swung, the more derisive was Nancy'slaughter, as she clutched a firm hold with her small hands, and swayed toand fro, calling out excitedly, 'Furl the main-sail! Stand by, lads--steady--starboard hard! Port your helm! Rocks to leeward! Reef thetop-sail! Breakers ahead! Yo ho!'

Teddy looked on, awed by these nautical terms, which seemed to slip soeasily from her lips. To him they seemed wonderfully clever, but he wasnot one to stand aside long in a scene of excitement, and with one of hiswild war whoops he rushed forward. 

'On, boys! Charge! Hurrah!'

The gate rocked violently, and Nancy began to feel her position was aperilous one. All the little people were screaming at the top of theirvoices, when suddenly, in the midst of the din, appeared old Sol. 

'What now! Who are these trying to break one of Her Majesty's gates down?Be off, you young ruffians! Teddy Platt, you're at the bottom of all themischief brewing in the parish. I'll get my big stick out and give you athrashing before I've done with you. '

Old Sol's words were fierce, but the boys knew he had the softest heartin the village, and they stood their ground. 'It's all the button-boy, 'said Nancy eagerly, as she descended from her perch, and laid her littlehand confidingly on the old man's arm. 'He brought these boys up to fightme, but I was up the mast, and they couldn't shake me off!'

'We told you we wouldn't fight a girl, ' protested Teddy indignantly; 'youdon't speak the truth. '

'Well, what did you bring the boys for?' demanded the small maidenseverely. 

'We came, ' put in Sam boldly, 'to tell you that if you were so cheeky youwould soon get into trouble. We ain't going to stand sauce from you. '

'What has the little lass been doing, you young scoundrels?'

'They're only boys, grandfather; let us come in to mother, and leavethem. They're the rudest boys I've ever seen, and the button-boy is theworst, and his button isn't worth a farthing!'

There was a yell from all three boys at this. 

'That's it!' cried Carrots excitedly. 'It's the button she's so cheekyabout. We ain't going to have Teddy's button laughed at. We won't standit, Sol--we won't!'

'It shows she don't know nothing, or she wouldn't talk so. She's just ababy, that's what she is. '

'Why, she doesn't believe father's story is true, Sol! You know it is, don't you?'

'She isn't as old as the button itself. '

'Ha! ha! she wasn't born when it was in battle. Much she knows about it!'

Sol had difficulty in quieting the indignant voices. 

'Lookee here, you boys, go home and leave my little lass to me; she knowsnothing about the button. I'll tell her the story, and then she won'tlaugh at it any more. Ay, I remember seeing your father, youngster. Hewas a brave man, he was, but he would never have made war against littlemaids like this. Shame on you; get you home! Get you gone, I say, or I'llbring my stick out. '

'She's been told the story. She listened, and she laughed. She ought tosay she's sorry. '

Teddy stood with his legs wide apart, and his hands in his pockets. Histone was severe. 

'I'll never, never, never say I'm sorry. I'm glad of what I said. I don'tbelieve a word of it!'

And with this parting shot Nancy ran into the cottage, and the boysreturned to the village more slowly than they came. 

'Mother, ' said Teddy that night, as his mother bent down for a'good-night' kiss, 'I haven't been good to-day, and I don't feel goodnow. I feel, when I think it over, so angry inside. '

'What is it about, sonny?'

'Father's button. ' The tone was drowsy, and seeing his eyelids droopheavily Mrs. John said no more, only breathed a prayer that her littleson might fight as bravely for Christ's honour as he did for that of hisfather's button. 

CHAPTER III

A Recruiting Sergeant

It was Sunday morning. Along a sweet-scented lane, with shady limesoverhead and honeysuckle and wild roses growing in profusion on thehedges at each side, walked Teddy's mother, holding her little sontightly by the hand. The bells of the village church were ringing out forthe service, and groups of two and three were passing in at the old lychgate. Mrs. John was talking in her sweet clear voice to her boy, and he, letting his restless blue eyes rove to and fro, noting every bird on thehedges and every flower in the path, kept bringing them back to hismother's face with a dreamy upward gaze. 'I will try, mother, I reallywill. I will keep my hands tight in my pockets, and my feet closetogether; I will pretend I'm going to be shot by a file of soldiers, andthen I really think that will help me not to fidget. I promise you I'llbe good to-day. '

And having received this protestation from him, Mrs. John passed intochurch with a relieved mind. Teddy's restless little body was a soretrial to any one who sat next him in church, and many were the lecturesthat had been bestowed on him by Sunday-school teacher and pastor, besides the gentle admonitions of his mother. 

As Teddy quietly perched himself on the seat beside his mother, hemurmured to himself, 'Twenty soldiers in front of me, twenty riflespointing--I shall stand like a rock--I'll set my teeth, and Ishan't even blink my eyes. Now I see the officer coming--he's goingto say, "Present!" I'm not moving a muscle. Five minutes morethey'll give me--'

His active brain here received a check. There on the opposite side, facing him, was Nancy, seated between her mother and old Sol. She wasstill in her sailor suit, and with her dark mischievous brown eyes fixedsteadily on him, Teddy could not remain unmoved beneath her gaze forlong. His little hands were working nervously in his coat pockets. Whydid she stare at him so? Well, he could stare back, and then blue eyesand brown confronted each other for some moments with unblinking defiancein their gaze. At last Teddy's patience gave way, and twisting up hislittle features into a most grotesque grimace, he mounted a hassock togive her the full benefit of it. 

Instantly, out came a little red tongue at him, and at this daring pieceof audacity he gasped out loud, 'I hate you!' Then, as all eyes in thesurrounding pews were turned upon him, and his mother's shocked gaze methis, Teddy crimsoned to the roots of his hair, and taking up a largePrayer-book, he used it as a shield from his small antagonist during theremainder of the service. As the congregation were leaving the churchlater on, the rector made his way to young Mrs. Platt, who was lingeringtalking to a neighbour. He was a grey-haired, gentle-faced man, with aslow dreamy manner in speaking. 

'Mrs. John, what has happened to make your little boy so forget himselfthis morning?'

'Indeed, sir, I cannot say. I really thought he was going to begood to-day. '

'I think he had better come to tea with me this afternoon, and we willhave a little talk together. '

Teddy looked up with awe in his blue eyes. He well knew that this was therector's usual practice when any delinquent was brought before hisnotice, but it had never yet fallen to his lot to receive the invitation. Mr. Upton had his own way of doing things, so people said, and he hadgreater faith in reasoning with any culprits than scolding them, whetherthey were grown men, or women, or children. 

Teddy's restless ways in church had been a trial to him for a long time, and he felt that this morning's action must receive a check. 'Thankyou, sir, ' responded Mrs. John; 'he shall come to you after school isover this afternoon. '

And Teddy, completely sobered, walked home beside his mother withoututtering a word. 

At half-past four he stood on the rectory doorsteps looking into the coolbroad hall in front of him, which led out of a glass door at the oppositeend into a brilliant flower garden. Spotless white druggeting covered thefloor and stairs, and everything indoors denoted a careful housekeeper. Mr. Upton was a widower, and was to a great extent ruled by two or threeold and faithful servants. 

As the boy stood there the rector appeared, and led him into his study. 

'We shall have half an hour before tea, to have a little conversation, myboy. Sit down, and tell me what you have been learning at Sunday-schoolthis afternoon. '

'Teacher was telling us about the children of Israel in Egypt. I'm afraidI don't remember very much what he said, for I was busy thinking aboutcoming to see you. '

Mr. Upton smiled, and drew the child on to talk; then, after he wasthoroughly at ease, he put a large Bible in front of him. 

'I want you to read me a verse in the First Epistle of St. John, and thethird chapter. It is the fifteenth verse; can you find it?'

'Yes, sir, ' and with an eager importance Teddy turned over the leaves. 

'Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer, ' he read solemnly. 

'That will do. Now think it over for five minutes in silence, and thentell me what your thoughts are about it. '

The boy hung his head in shame; he folded his arms and sat immovabletill the five minutes were over, then he said timidly, 'I wouldn't hatea brother. I'd like to have one. Do you think it means the same whenit's a girl?'

'Precisely the same--a brother means any person in the world, man, woman, or child. '

'Then I ought to be hung. '

There was much self-pity in Teddy's tone. Mr. Upton did not smile, he wasgazing abstractedly out of the window, and said slowly, 'The root ofmurder is anger. The same motive that prompts a passionate statement, prompts a passionate and perhaps fatal blow. '

There was silence; then in a more cheerful tone the rector turned to thelittle culprit. 

'And now tell me the whole story, and who it was that you spoke toin church. '

Teddy was perfectly ready with his defence, and he poured into hislistener's ears such a voluble story that the rector was quite bewilderedwhen it came to an end. 'It's father's button I care about, ' added theboy, fingering his beloved object proudly, 'and she didn't believe me abit, and she put out her tongue as long as ever she could!'

'Tell me the story of the button; I have heard, but have forgottenthe details. '

Teddy's eyes sparkled, and his little head was raised erect again. Slipping off his chair, he stood in front of the rector, and told theoft-repeated tale with dramatic force and effect. Mr. Upton listened withinterest, but before he could offer any comment on it tea was announced, and taking the child by the hand he marched him into the dining-room. 

Hot tea-cakes, strawberry jam, and plum cake kept our little friend fullyoccupied for some time. He wondered if all the naughty boys interviewedby the rector had been treated to the same fare, and he began to think aninvitation to Sunday tea at the rectory highly desirable. 

'And now, ' said Mr. Upton, towards the end of the meal, 'I want some moretalk with you. Your father was a brave soldier; he died in saving thecolours. You want to grow up like him, do you not?'

'Yes, sir, indeed I do. '

'There is a little verse in God's Word that describes our Lord'sbanner--His colours. Will you say it after me?--"His banner over me waslove. "' Teddy repeated the verse slowly, and with interest. 

'It is a wonderful banner, ' pursued Mr. Upton thoughtfully, 'the enemyconfronted with it on every side. In the thick of the fight we can buthoist our colours, "Love. " God's love to man, when man is fighting fromhis infancy against his Maker. What host would not march to meet the foewith such a banner dyed red with the life-blood of their Captain, the Sonof God, the Saviour of the world?'

Teddy drew a long breath, and when the rector paused, he criedenthusiastically, 'Please go on, sir. I like to hear it. Will God let mehold up the banner for Him?'

'If you have enlisted in His service. Are you one of His soldiers?'

'I don't know. '

'God always wants each of us to present ourselves to Him, if we want toenlist in His army. Have you done that? There must come a time in ourlives when we yield ourselves wholly and unreservedly to the one who isour rightful owner. Why, my boy, do you believe that Jesus died upon thecross to save you? Did He bear your sins for you there?'

'Yes, ' said Teddy, fixing his blue eyes earnestly on the rector, 'Ireally believe He did, for mother has often explained it to me. '

'Then how dare you stand aloof from His army? How is it that you havenever enlisted? Are you marching along in the enemy's ranks?'

Teddy's small hands were clenched, and his eyes lit up with agreat resolve. 

'I'll enlist at once, sir. I'll be one of God's soldiers now. '

'How are you going to do it?'

'I don't know. Tell me, please. '

There was silence. Mr. Upton met the child's earnest, upward gaze withawe, as he realised how much hung on his words. He had a firm belief inchildren being able to lead a consistent Christian life. He knew theMaster would accept a child's heart, and guide and keep the frail andhelpless steps on the way heavenward. And with a swift prayer forguidance he spoke. 

'You must tell God about it yourself, and don't be in a hurry. Kneel downquietly by yourself somewhere, and first of all ask that the Holy Spiritmay guide you, that your sins may be blotted out, and your name writtenin the Book of Life, for the sake of Jesus who died for you. Then tellGod you want Him to enlist you, and give yourself right up to Him for nowand for all eternity. '

Mr. Upton spoke slowly and emphatically; he knew he often preached abovethe heads of his little hearers, and he strove to speak in simplelanguage now. 

Teddy remained very silent; then he said, 'And if I enlist, shall I haveto be God's soldier for ever and ever, till I'm an old man of a hundred, with white hair and no teeth?'

'Would you rather be one of the devil's soldiers?'

'No. '

'You are quite right to think it over. I would rather you did not decidetoo hastily. Go home and think it out. And come and tell me when youhave decided. '

The boy's white brow was crumpled with anxious creases. 

'I should like to be one of God's soldiers, but who shall I have tofight? Any real enemies, or only make believe?'

'I will tell you about your enemies after you have enlisted. I can showyou one very real one that is your worst enemy. '

'Can you? A real live one?'

'A real live one. '

Teddy smiled contentedly. 

'Now, ' added Mr. Upton, 'I am going to send you home. If you enlist, thefirst person you will have to hold up your banner to is that little girlwhom you said you hated. Before you go I want to pray for you. Kneeldown with me. '

The evening sunshine streamed in through the open window, and alightingon the white hair of the minister and the boy's fair curls, as they knelttogether, bathed them in a golden glory. With closed eyes and foldedhands Teddy listened to Mr. Upton's prayer, --

'Loving Father, another lamb I bring to Thee. Guide him in his decision, and if he enters Thy fold, use him and bless him through all eternity. Grant that he may fight a good fight, and be crowned with gloryhereafter. For Jesus Christ's sake. Amen. '

An hour later, and Teddy was seated by his mother's side in the oldporch. His grandmother and uncle had gone to evening church, and Mrs. John was left with her boy alone. 

He had been telling her the substance of his conversation with therector, and now curled up on the low wooden seat, his small legs crossedunderneath him, he was gazing dreamily out into the sweet-scented garden. The bees were droning, and the gnats humming amongst the tall hollyhocksand crimson and white roses close by; the birds were already twitteringtheir last 'good-nights' to one another, and a soft, peaceful spellseemed to be falling on all around. 

'I feel, ' he said presently, as he gazed up into the still blue sky, 'asif God is waiting for me, mother. '

Mrs. John did not answer. He added quickly, 'When did you enlist, mother; long, long ago?'

'Yes, darling, just before I married your father. '

'And when did father enlist? When he was a little boy like me?'

'Not till he was a grown man, sonny. He often used to say he wished hehad given his heart to God when he was younger. '

'I suppose God will take little soldiers? Do you think I shall be theyoungest He has?'

'No, darling; He has many brave little soldiers younger than you. '

Another long silence, then a deep-drawn sigh from Teddy. 

'I feel I have very big thoughts to-night, mother, and I get so crowdedthinking. Will you read to me before I go to bed?'

Mrs. John pressed her lips on the curly head so near her. 

'My boy, I am so glad for you to have these thoughts. Mother has oftenprayed that you may be one of Christ's little soldiers and servants. Nowwhat shall I read?'

'Read me about the three men and the burning fiery furnace. '

And the young mother took her Bible in hand, and drawing her boy close toher till his little head rested against her shoulder, read him the storyhe wished. 

Later on, as she tucked him up in bed, and was giving him a kiss, heclasped his arms round her neck and whispered, 'I think I'm going to doit quite by myself to-morrow. '

CHAPTER IV

Enlisting for Life

The village children were swarming out of school the next afternoon. Theheat and confinement of the crowded schoolroom had not lessened thesuperabundance of energy and high spirits amongst them, and the boys sooncongregated on the green, bent on a game of cricket. 

'Where's Teddy?' 'Teddy Platt!' 'Young Ted, where's he got to?' 'FetchTeddy!' This was the general cry. But Teddy was nowhere to be seen. 

'Has he been kept in?' queried one. 

'Likely enough. He's up in the clouds to-day. '

'Oh, ain't he just! Why, I offered him half such a huge apple. My! itwas a beauty! And his eyes sort o' wandered away from it, as if it hadbeen a piece of mud! "Thanks, " ses he, "I'll have a biteto-morrer--not to-day. "'

'And teacher was down on him sharp, too, ' put in another eager voice. 'He answered all the 'rithmetic wrong, and he said forty soldiers made arood! And teacher ses, "Is your head good for nothing but soldiers?" AndTed he got as red as fire, and says, "It's full of them to-day, sir";and teacher said, "Go down to the bottom of the class till you can emptyit of them then, and tell me when you've done it. " And when Ted comesnext to me I says, "Is your button lost, old chap, that you're in such astew?" And he says, "No, the button is all right, but I'm thinkin' howto enlist. "'

'He'll go for a drummer-boy as soon as he's big enough, and I'll go withhim!' cried Carrots. 

'Oh, come on, ' shouted one of the impatient ones; 'if Ted's not here, letus begin without him. '

And Teddy's delinquencies at school were soon forgotten in the excitementof the game. 

He had not been kept in, but had slipped away the minute school was over, and was soon dodging in and out of the thick overhanging trees along theedge of his favourite stream. His little feet sped swiftly along, and ashe ran he talked in a whisper to himself, which was his way when anythingspecial was weighing on his mind. 'I'll go right into the wood, and getunder a thick tree. I won't let a squirrel see me, nor even a rabbit. Imust be quite quiet, and it must be like church, and I shan't come awaytill I've done it. '

Into the wood he went, but he was hard to satisfy; roaming here andthere, peeping round corners, and thrusting his curly head in amongst thebushes, it was fully half an hour before he chose his spot. 

It was a secluded little nook under an old oak-tree, where the moss grewthick and green, and bushes of all sorts and sizes formed a natural bowerround the gnarled trunk. In front of this tree Teddy stood, and then, half shyly, half reverently, he took off his cap and laid it on theground. Looking up through the veil of green leaves above him to thesunny blue sky beyond, he stood with clasped hands and parted lips for amoment or two in perfect silence. The soft wind played gently with hiscurls, and rustled amongst the leafy boughs overhead, and in the distancethe birds' sweet voices were the only sounds that met his ears. As theboy's eyes came back to earth they seemed to have reflected in themsomething of the bright sunshine above, and then down on his knees hedropped. Placing his little clasped hands against the old trunk in frontof him, and bending his golden head till it rested likewise against thetree, Teddy prayed aloud, slowly, and with frequent pauses, --

'O God! here I am. Have You been waiting for me? I've come to enlist. And, please, I forget all Mr. Upton told me to say; but will You forgiveme my sins, and write my name down in Your book in heaven?--Edward JamesPlatt is my name. I've come to be Your soldier for ever and ever. WillYou please keep me always? I never want to go back from being Yoursoldier. Make me fight a grand fight, and help me to hold Your colours upwell; and please, God, will You tell father I've enlisted this afternoon?Mr. Upton said You would take me. I thank You for letting Jesus die forme, and I'm very sorry I haven't belonged to His army before, but Ididn't quite understand that He wanted me. Help me to be a good boy, forJesus Christ's sake. Amen. '

A child's prayer, but it was prayed with a child's strong faith, and asTeddy rose to his feet, he had the assurance that God had accepted him. That scene in the wood, when he dedicated himself to the service of theKing of kings, would be stamped on his memory as long as he lived. Andnow that the deed was done a great load seemed to be lifted off his mind. He came into the midst of the boys on the green a short time afterwardswith a radiant face, and took his share in fielding, bowling, and battingwith such a vigour and will, that he proved himself the hero of the hour. Later in the evening he wandered into the dairy, where his mother wasbusy, and asked her if he could go and see the rector. 

'What for, sonny?'

'He asked me to come. Is it too late, do you think? I should like to goto-night. '

Mrs. John looked down upon the eager little face lifted to hers. 

'Run away, then; but don't stay long. '

And so it was that for the second time that week Teddy was a visitor atthe rectory. 

'Please, sir, I've done it!' he exclaimed breathlessly, as soon as he wasushered into the presence of the rector. 

'Eh? What have you been doing?'

And Mr. Upton roused himself from a reverie into which he had fallen ashe sat at his study window and watched his favourite beehives. Then, noting the disappointed look on the child's face, and recognising whoit was, he added briskly, 'Ah! it is Teddy Platt, is it? And so you'vedone it, have you? Thank God! Yes, I remember all about it. You're afresh recruit. '

Teddy's eyes glistened. 'I enlisted this afternoon, sir. '

'For life, did you? No short-service system with God!'

Mr. Upton had at one time been chaplain to troops abroad, and it was hisknowledge of military matters that so attracted the boy. 

'Yes, for life, sir. '

'May God keep you true to Himself, my boy, in life and in death!'

There was a pause, then Teddy said eagerly, 'Please, sir, you said youwould show me one of the enemies I have got to fight. '

'Ah! did I? One of the many--which one, I wonder?'

'"A real live one, " you said. '

'Yes, I remember. Come this way. '

He led the child into his drawing-room in front of a large mirrorreaching down to the ground, and told him to find his enemy there. 

'Why, it's only myself!' Teddy said in a disappointed tone, though therewas wonder in his eyes. 

'That's it--yourself--small Teddy Platt is your worst enemy, and theolder you live the more you will discover what a very formidable andmighty enemy he is. '

'Please, sir, I don't understand. '

'Sit down here, by me, and let me try to explain it to you. If you aregoing to try to serve the Lord Jesus Christ, you will find that you willhave two Teddies to deal with--a good one and a bad one. The bad one isyour enemy. Now, you told me you were angry with that little girl. Areyou angry still?'

'I've forgotten all about her. I--I don't love her. '

'The bad Teddy in you doesn't like her, but the good Teddy will. Now youmust fight against the bad Teddy, and overcome him. Jesus will help you;you can't fight without Him. '

'I think I know, ' said Teddy thoughtfully. 'Last week some fellow said, "Come and get some apples from the Park orchard. " I wanted to, dreadful. That was my bad self, but I thought it would be stealing, and I didn'tgo. That was my good self, wasn't it?'

'Quite right! Keep close to your Captain. Our Officer always leads, andremember--"Forward! no quarter to the enemy!"'

Then gazing abstractedly out into the garden, Mr. Upton added, as if tohimself, 'But I see another law in my members, warring against the law ofmy mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin, which is in mymembers. .. . Who shall deliver me from the body of this death? I thank Godthrough Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve thelaw of God, but with the flesh the law of sin. '

The next day when at dinner, for it was generally at meal-times Teddychose to make his observations, he looked round the table appealingly, --

'What's the very ugliest name that could be given a boy?'

'Sakes alive!' ejaculated his grandmother. 'And who may you be wanting tochristen?'

'It isn't for a baby; a boy about as old as me. What do you think's anugly name?'

'I don't think any name is very ugly, ' his mother said. 'If you like aperson, their name always seems to fit. I knew two boys named Tobiah andEli. I didn't like the names at first, though they are Bible ones, butwhen I got to know and like the boys I liked the names. '

'I want a much more hideous name, ' asserted Teddy; 'some name that woulddescribe a very wicked person. '

'I hope you are not going to call any one by it, ' observed hisgrandmother suspiciously. 

Teddy lifted his blue eyes up to her solemnly. 'I expect I'll find onefor myself, ' he said; and nothing more could be got out of him. 

After dinner, a half-holiday having been given the school-children, Teddystole out to the woods. When out of sight he began a brisk conversationwith himself, as was his wont; and it may give us an insight into hisbusy brain if we listen. 

'Blackey might do, or Goggles, or Grubby, or Nigger, or Toad. I want tohave some name, else I shan't be able to talk to him so well. I wishmother had helped me; it's very differcult. I can't seem to think of aname quite ugly enough. I expect p'raps Mr. Upton could tell me. I'llwait and ask him. I hope I shan't have to wait long, for I want it allsettled, so that I can begin to fight properly with him. Now I've got tofind Nancy. Mr. Upton said I was to be friends with her, and I've got tohold up my banner of love over her. I hope she'll like it. She's ahorrid--Aha, that's my enemy just going to speak! A horrid girl, youwere going to say, were you? Now you just get out. Nancy is a very nicegirl--at least, she soon will be. I'll try and think her nice, I will. I've got to fight you, enemy, if you say such things. Why, I do 'clare, there she is climbing that tree!'

Teddy's conversation came to an end, and he stared with open mouth andeyes at the nimble way Nancy was climbing up an old beech-tree. He gave ashrill whistle, which made the little girl look round. Not a bitdisconcerted was she. 

'Aha, it's the stupid little button-boy. You can't catch me!'

It was a challenge. Instantly Teddy stripped off his jacket, and dartedto the tree. She had got a good start, and even he caught his breath inwonder at her rapid ascent, and the fearless way in which she seemed toplant her small feet on the most fragile-looking branches. Up theywent, panting with the exercise; but at length she could go no further, and seating herself on a comfortable bough she looked mischievouslydown at him. 

'You couldn't catch me; you don't know how to climb! My father taught me. I can go up the rigging as far as any sailor boy, and this is my ship, but I'll let you sit down by me if you behave yourself. '

Teddy swung himself across a bough opposite her, and was silent for amoment. Each child was trying to recover breath, and Teddy wasconsidering how to make peace. He did it in his own quaint fashion. 

'I think we're pretty close to heaven, ' he remarked presently, liftinghis soft blue eyes to the clear sky above. 'I wonder if that's the reasonbirds in their nests agree? The angels can't like to hear quallering soclose to them. '

'I'm not going to quarrel, and you didn't say that word right'

'What word?'

'Quarrering. ' And Nancy's tone was emphatic, though a doubt stole intoher own mind as to whether her pronunciation was correct. But Teddy wastoo intent upon pulling something out of his pocket to notice hercorrection. He slowly unrolled a large white pocket-handkerchief, tied itcarefully to a twig, which he broke off from an adjoining branch, andthen held it up in front of her. 

'I did it myself this morning, ' he said with pride. 'I asked Uncle Jakefor one of his best handkerchiefs. He gave it to me last night, and I didit with a pen and ink before breakfast. Can you read it?

Nancy looked at the straggling, uneven black letters that occupied thewhole width across. 

'Love?' she said curiously; 'what does that mean?'

'It's my banner of love that I'm going to carry for my Captain. It meansI've got to love even you. '

Nancy's red lips pouted. 'I don't want you to love me, ' she said. 

'I've got to do it. '

'How are you going to do it?'

'I'm--I'm not quite sure. I'm never going to be angry with you. And it'svery hard--'

Here a deep-drawn sigh broke from him. 'It's _very_ hard, but I've got totell you I'm sorry I wouldn't let you cross the bridge first, and I'msorry I said I hated you in church. '

Nancy's bright dark eyes peered inquisitively into the dreamy blue onesopposite her. 

'Are you really sorry?' she said. 

'I think I am, at least part of me is; my enemy isn't, but I am. '

This was beyond Nancy's comprehension. 

'And you'll never get angry, or set those horrid boys at me any more?'

'No, I never will. '

Here a big rosy-cheeked apple was produced hastily out of the otherpocket, and presented as a peace offering. 

It was taken in silence; then as Nancy's white little teeth met in it shesaid, with one of her beaming smiles, 'And have I got to love you?'

'I think you had better, because it will make it easier. '

'Well, I will then, if you'll do one thing. '

'What is it?'

'Give me that old button of yours. '

Teddy fairly gasped at this audacity. 

'Give you father's button!' he cried; 'never, never, never! I'd rather beshot dead, or drownded dead, or hung dead, or chopped into little tinybits! I'll _never_ give it up! It's going to be on my coats andwaistcoats till I'm a hundred, and then it will be buried in my gravewith me. Suppose I lost my button, do you know what I would do?'

Nancy gazed at the young orator with a little awe. 

'No, ' she said; 'what?'

'I would drop down and die, my heart would burst and break, and if Icouldn't die very quick, I wouldn't eat or drink nothing, but I'd gosadly to my grave and lay my head down, and the next morning you wouldfind me stiff and cold with my glassy eyes staring up at the sky, like anold dog I read about. '

Teddy's tone was so intensely tragic that Nancy was silent. At last shesaid, 'I'll never love you proper till you give it to me. '

'Will you like me a little instead?'

'I might do that, ' she replied reluctantly. 

'And you won't never say you don't believe father's story?'

'I aren't going to promise. '

Then, as the very last bite was taken of the apple, she added, 'I'll hearsome more of your stories first. I want to hear one now. Sally White toldme at school you know all about fairies. '

Teddy nodded impressively, then said slowly, 'I make believe I do, but Idon't make believe father's story. '

'Tell me a story now. '

Teddy clasped his hands round a bough, and with knitted brows considered. Then he looked up, and the light sparkled in his eyes. 

'Shall I tell you about when I went into an oak-tree, and found a littledoor leading down some steps that took me to the goblin's cave?'

This sounded enchanting, and Nancy eagerly prepared herself to listen. Such a story was then poured out that it held her spell-bound. Goblins, elves, and fairies, underground glories, thrilling adventures andescapes. Was it any wonder that with such a gift for story-telling Teddywas the king of the village? It came to an end at last, and Nancy drew along breath of relief and content when she heard the concludingsentence, 'And I quickly opened the little door, and there I was outsidethe oak, and safe in the wood again. '

'Button-boy, I do like you, ' she asserted, with a quick little nod of herhead. 'Will you tell me another story soon?'

'P'raps I will, ' said Teddy, feeling a little elated that he was gainingsupremacy over her, 'but I'm going home now. I only came out to have athink, and to make friends with you. '

'What made you come and make it up?' the little maiden asked, as after ascramble down, they stood at the foot of the tree. 'You said somethingabout your Captain; who is He?'

'Jesus Christ, ' Teddy replied reverently, 'and His banner is love, so Ihave to love everybody, whether I like them or not. '

'Why?'

'Because He wants me to, and I'm one of His soldiers now. '

'Has Jesus any sailors?'

The question was put suddenly, and the answer was given with a slight airof superiority, 'No only soldiers He has. '

'Then I don't want to belong to Him. I believe He has sailors just aswell as soldiers, only you're not telling true. '

Her tone was getting wrathful, but Teddy shook his head solemnly. 'I'msure there's nothing about Jesus' sailors in the Bible; but I'll askmother, and then I'll tell you. I must go home now. Good-bye. We'regoing to be friends?'

'Yes, we're going to be friends, ' she repeated; and then away theyscampered in different directions, Nancy calling out, like a true littlewoman, 'But I shan't really love you till you give me your button. '

CHAPTER V

First Victories

'Please, sir, may I speak to you?'

Mr. Upton was coming out of church after a choir practice, when Teddyaccosted him. 

He smiled when he saw the boy. 'You may walk home with me and speak to meas much as you like. '

And so they sauntered up the shady lane, the old rector with his headbent and his hands crossed behind him, and the boy all eager excitementand motion, with suppressed importance in his tone. 

'I want you to give me a name for my enemy, please, sir. '

Mr. Upton looked amused. 'Have you had any battles with him yet?'

'I think I had one yesterday. May I tell you? Granny was very angry withme because I had made Uncle Jake's best handkerchief into a banner oflove. I didn't really think it was naughty. I wrote "Love" in ink rightacross it; and I took such pains, for I wanted to show it to Nancy. Andwhen I got home granny was so angry that she took me by the collar andshe locked me into the back kitchen; and mother was out, and I cried, Iwas so miserable. Granny said I would come to the workhouse; she calledme the wickedest, mischievousest boy she'd ever seen, and said she wouldlike to give me a good whipping. And at last I got tired of beingmiserable, and I looked about, and I saw the window was partly open, so Iclimbed up, and then I thought I would jump out and run away across thefields till mother came home. And I was very happy then, and I jumpedright out, and then I remembered, but I didn't want to go back again. '

'And then the fight began?' suggested the rector, as the boy paused. 

Teddy nodded. 'I asked God to drive my enemy away, but I was an awfullong time thinking it out. Is thinking fighting?'

'Very often it is. '

'I did fight hard, then; and I climbed in again. Was that being asoldier?'

'Yes, my boy. '

'And granny let me out soon after; and I kissed her and said I was sorry, but I told her how nearly I had run away, and asked her to see that thewindow was locked next time, so that I shouldn't have to fight so hard. '

'You will have plenty of fighting. Don't shirk the hottest part of thefield; that isn't being brave. '

'Will you give me a horrid, ugly name, please, sir?'

'I thought your enemy's name was Teddy. '

'No, that's mine; I must have a name for him--a different one, you know. '

'How do you like Ego or Ipse?'

'What funny names! I think I like Ipse best I'll call him Ipse, shall I?'

But Mr. Upton's thoughts were far away by this time, and presently hesaid, as if to himself, '"The last enemy that shall be destroyed isdeath. " "Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors, throughHim that loved us. " It is a fight with certain victory ahead; then whydo we fail?'

'Shall I fail?' questioned a soft voice by his side. 

'"Without Me ye can do nothing. " That's our Captain's word: if you fightwithout Him, you are done for. '

'I think I shall sometimes let Ipse have his way. Will that be desertingto the enemy?'

'It will be sure and certain defeat. '

'But then, of course, my Captain won't let me be beaten, if I stickclose to Him. '

And so they talked, a strange couple; but the younger of them had a faithwhich the elder might envy, and a grasp of the unseen that the ripestsaint could not surpass. 

Not long after this, Teddy and his schoolfellows were having adelightful afternoon in the woods. It was Saturday afternoon, and theywere playing their favourite war game, Teddy, of course, being primeinstigator of the whole affair. A few of the more adventurous girls hadjoined them, Nancy amongst them. Her respect for Teddy was graduallyincreasing, though nothing seemed to quench her self-assertion andindependence of thought and action. At length Teddy announced hisintention of going off on an expedition as a scout, and on Nancy'sinsisting that she should come too, the two children started, made theirway out of the wood and down to the banks of the stream, which soonjoined the river. 

'What have we to do?' asked Nancy. 

'It's great fun. You see, every one we meet is an enemy, and we have toget past them without them seeing us; we must crawl through the longgrass, or we must climb a tree, or get through the bushes; all kinds ofadventures we have. '

'And if we don't meet anybody?'

'That's why I came down this way: there are always a lot of peoplefishing in the river. Now look out, don't you talk loud, and step softly. Just think that the first person who sees us will shoot us dead. '

'But they won't. '

'You must make believe they will. ' Teddy's tone was stern, and Nancywas too occupied in holding her hat on her head as they crept throughsome low bushes to advance any more sceptical opinions. 

And then suddenly, a short time after, they came upon a fisherman. It wasonly a burly farmer, who was evidently making a day of it, for he satunder the shade of a tree with the remnants of a substantial lunch aroundhim; his fishing-rod was in his hand, but the line was out of the water, and he, with head thrown back and mouth wide open, was fast asleep. 

'Hush!' said Teddy, in an excited whisper. 'If he wakes, all is up withus; now let's get past him on tiptoe. '

This was accomplished safely; but having passed him Teddy stood still, and the spirit of mischief seized hold of him. Turning to Nancy, he said, with sparkling eyes, 'What fun to take him prisoner and tie him up to thetree with his own fishing-line! He's an enemy; I really think it's ourduty to do it. You stay here and watch me. '

Deftly and quickly Teddy set to work, but when he had once passed theline round the farmer's body and the tree, he had no difficulty infinishing the work he had begun. Dancing like an elf with the line inhis hand, he spun round and round the tree till the line was wound roundto its very last extremity, and the farmer looked like some bigbluebottle fly entangled in the fine meshes of a spider's web. Still heslept on, and with a delighted chuckle Teddy sped back to his littlecompanion; her eyes were dancing with mirth, and she clapped her handsat the successful exploit. 

'He'll wake up and won't be able to get away. What fun! how I should liketo see him!'

'Come on quick. He's Farmer Green, and he's an awful angry man; he gaveSam such a thrashing for tying an old saucepan to one of his pigs' tails. He won't know who has done it, and I did tie the knots awful tight. '

Away they ran; but they had not proceeded far before Teddy came to astandstill, and all the saucy sparkle died out of his eyes. 

'What's the matter?' asked Nancy. 'Have you got a pain?'

'I'm afraid I am going to have a fight with Ipse. '

The words were uttered almost in a whisper, and Nancy looked onwith wonder. 

'It isn't right, ' he said, after a long pause. 'I do want--at least, Ipsewants--to leave him there awfully, but mother would say it was verynaughty, and I think--I think my Captain doesn't like it. I shall have togo back and undo him. '

'Oh, you mustn't!' cried Nancy. 'You'll wake him up, and then you'llcatch it! Let him undo himself!' Teddy shook his head, and then stolesoftly back to the tree, Nancy following him at a respectful distance. 

It seemed a harder business to untie the knots than to tie them, but atlength it was done, and the unwinding process began. Alas! FarmerGreen's nap was over, and with a hasty start he was roused to the fulluse of his faculties. When he discovered his condition he swore a roundoath, and turned upon Teddy in great wrath, as he vainly tried toextricate himself. 

'Please, sir, ' said Teddy, nothing daunted, 'if you keep still, I shallundo you very soon, and I won't break your line if I can help it. '

'You young scoundrel! how dare you show your face, after such anaudacious piece of impudence! You're the plague of the parish, and a goodthrashing is what you will get, sure as my name's Jonathan Green!'

Teddy's face was hot and red, and the spectacle of him trying to unwindthe line from the struggling and exasperated farmer was so irresistiblycomic to Nancy that she burst out laughing. 

Jonathan Green was soon on his feet again, and seizing hold of Teddy bythe collar, shook him like a terrier would shake a rat; then, withoutleaving go of him, he pulled out a piece of cord from his coat pocket. 'Now, I'll teach you a lesson, youngster, that you won't forget. It'slucky I've got this bit o' rope. '

And in another few minutes he had bound the boy securely to the tree, tying his hands together with his handkerchief; then, as Nancy steppedforward, indignant at this severe treatment, he turned upon her. 

'There are two of you, are there? Well, you shall share the same fatetill I think fit to release you. I'll teach you to stop playing suchimpish tricks on decent folk. '

'You're the wickedest man that's living, I'm sure!' cried Nancywrathfully. 'Why, he was undoing you when you woke up, which was verykind of him. I wish he'd left you tied up, I do!'

But Farmer Green, with a grim smile of satisfaction, soon settled her inthe same fashion as he had done the boy; and then, picking up hisfishing-basket, strode away, calling out, 'Ye'll bide there my time, yeyoung limbs of mischief! It's only serving like ye serve!'

'Button-boy, did he hurt you?' asked Nancy anxiously; for all this timeTeddy had not said a word. 

He turned his head and looked at her. 'I feel shooken up dreadful, he'sso awful strong; but I'm not very hurt, only I'm sorry, and I've beentelling my Captain about it, and asking Him to forgive me. '

'Shall we stay here all the evening and all the night?'

'Oh no! he'll come and let us go soon. It isn't fair on you, for youdidn't do anything. '

'I laughed at him, and I wanted you to leave him tied up. But I don'tcare, it doesn't hurt. You haven't told me ever what I asked you aboutJesus' sailors. Tell me now, because I want to belong to your Captain, and I'm not going to be a soldier. '

'I did ask mother, and she said sailors were soldiers, they were seasoldiers. You'll have to be a soldier, I expect. '

'Sailors fight, I know they do. Grandfather read me about Nelson theother evening, and showed me a picture of sailors cutting the enemy'sarms off, as they tried to scramble on board ship. I shan't never changeto soldiers. Sailors are _much_ nicer. And if sailors fight, I can be asailor for Jesus. '

Their conversation was interrupted by voices and steps approaching, andin another moment two ladies and a gentleman appeared, evidently goinghome after a fishing excursion. The path led past the tree, and theystopped in astonishment at the sight of the two children. 

Teddy was the first to speak. He recognised the newcomers to be thesquire, Colonel Graham, and his wife, with a visitor staying with them. 'Please, sir, will you undo us?' he asked appealingly. 

The colonel laughed heartily. 'Ah! young fellow, you're caught, are you?Lady Helen, this is one of the young hopefuls in our village, I have beentold the ringleader in every bit of mischief set going! You wouldn'tthink it to look at him, would you?'

'What an angel's face!' said that lady admiringly. 'And who is the littlegirl? she looks a regular little gipsy!'

Neither of the children appreciated these remarks, but the colonelgood-naturedly put down his fishing-basket and cut the piece of rope thatbound them. 

'Now, then, youngster!' he said, 'speak up and tell us who bound you inthis fashion, and what have you been doing to merit such punishment?'

Having got his hands free, Teddy stood up bravely and told the storybriefly and clearly, to the great amusement of his hearers. 

'And he would never have been caught if he hadn't gone back to undo him, 'put in Nancy; 'so he oughtn't to have been punished at all. '

'What made you go back, my boy?' asked Mrs. Graham gently. 

The colour rose in Teddy's cheeks, but he never hesitated to speakthe truth. 

'I went back when I remembered it was wrong to have done it, ' hesaid simply. 

'But you are not such a paragon of goodness generally, ' said thecolonel. 'Wasn't it you and some others who scared our dairymaid intofits one night last winter, by playing pranks, after dark, outside thedairy window?'

'Yes, sir, ' said Teddy humbly. 

'And why didn't you run away when the old man woke?' asked Lady Helen. 

'I never run away from anybody, ' said Teddy, his head more erect thanever. 'I'm a soldier's son. '

'Capital, my boy; and so your father is a soldier? What regiment?'

'He's dead, sir. May I tell you father's story?'

'Oh! ah! I remember now, though I'm not sure that I recollect thedetails, ' said the colonel musingly. 'Your father was John Platt, whoenlisted in one of the line regiments--the 24th, wasn't it? Tell us thestory by all means. '

Teddy obeyed delightedly, not seeing in the interest of his tale howkeenly he was being watched by the ladies. He told it as he always did, with enthusiastic effect, and when he offered to show the ladies hisbutton they were charmed with him. The colonel patted him on his head ashe left, saying, 'Keep your father's spirit in you, my lad, and you'lllive to do something great yet!' 'I should like to have him as apage-boy, ' said Lady Helen, as they walked away. 'What a sensitive, refined little face it is!'

'Too good to be spoilt by house service, ' said Colonel Graham. 'Hismother is a superior young woman, with a very good education, and thePlatts are highly respected about here. '

The children ran back to their playfellows considerably sobered by theirexperience, and Teddy very soon made his way home, and told his motherall that had befallen him. 

'It's dreadful difficult to remember in time, mother. I'm not a very goodsoldier, am I? Do you think I ought to love old Farmer Green? If youwon't tell any one, I've been having a talk with Ipse--he's my enemy, Mr. Upton told me about--and he--he hates Farmer Green; but I tell him thebanner is "Love, " and we must try to love him; and how can I show him Ilove him, mother?'

'I think you must wait a little, sonny. Don't do anything just yet, but try and not have angry thoughts about him. You know it was verynaughty of you to act so. I am not a bit surprised that he lost histemper over it. '

'I'll never tie up anybody again, mother, never!'

CHAPTER VI

The Redcoats

'Mother, grandmother, some soldiers are coming here!'

Teddy tore into the house one morning after school with thisannouncement, and his face was radiant with delight. His mother waslaying the cloth for dinner, and old Mrs. Platt was busy dishing upsome potatoes. 

'Who told you?' asked the latter. 

'I saw one--a real live soldier, a corporal with two gold stripes on hisred coat, and such white gloves; and I went up to him and talked to him. '

'Certainly modesty is lacking with you, ' observed Mrs. Platt drily. 

'Shyness is, ' said Mrs. John rather quickly; 'but he doesn't showforwardness as a rule. '

'Sam and Carrots and lots of the boys were with me, mother. He told usthat he and one or two more had come on to get billets--that's theword--billets for the regiment that was marching through on their way toWales; and we shall see them come marching through the village in a fewdays. He said most of them were going to put up in the town, but twentywere coming to the Hare and Hounds, and they're going to sleep there. He's such a nice man, mother; he's only going to sleep here to-night, andthen he's going on to-morrow to get some more billets ready in the nexttown he comes to. Couldn't he come to tea this afternoon? Do let me askhim, granny!'

Mrs. Platt laughed not ill-humouredly. 'You would have us take in anyscoundrel, provided he wore a red coat, wouldn't you?'

'Soldiers are never scoundrels!' asserted Teddy with hot indignation. 

'Do you know all the soldiers in the British Army, then?' said hisgrandmother. 

'I daresay he wouldn't care to come to tea with strangers, sonny, ' put inMrs. John gently. 

'I'm sure he would, for he doesn't like the Hare and Hounds. He said hewas a teetotaller. '

'Come, that sounds good, ' Mrs. Platt remarked. 'Well, you can ask him infor your father's sake. '

Not much dinner could Teddy eat that day, and his lessons at school hadnever seemed so irksome to him; but they were over at last, and he toreoff in search of his new friend, finding him at length sitting under anold yew-tree just outside the churchyard. 

'Granny says will you come to tea with us?' he asked breathlessly, as hecame up to him. 

The corporal looked up. He was a fine-looking young man with a frank, bright face, and he was reading a well-worn Bible, which he put carefullyin his pocket before he rose to his feet. 

'That's very kind of your granny, ' he said; 'and I'll come with pleasure. I'm out of it at the Hare and Hounds. '

Teddy's quick eyes had spied the Bible. 

'Do you like the Bible?' he asked gravely. 

'It's my order book, ' the corporal said with a smile, 'and my best friendin the world. '

'What's an order book?'

'It gives you your daily commands--just what you are to do and whereyou're to go. My Captain writes my orders down in His Word for me. '

'He's my Captain too, ' said Teddy with glistening eyes. 'You mean Jesus, don't you? I've enlisted in His army, and I'm one of His soldiers. '

'Shake hands, little brother, then; we're comrades after all. '

'Are all soldiers in Jesus Christ's army?' asked Teddy as they walkedaway together. 

The corporal shook his head sadly. 'Hardly any of them in my regiment, 'he said. 'We're nearly seven hundred strong, and only six men besidesmyself, as far as I can tell, belong to the Lord. A year ago I was anawful blackguard myself: I drank dreadfully, and couldn't give the drinkup; but that's all a thing of the past. Since I have belonged to the LordHe keeps me from it, and many other bad habits. I'll own I fairlydreaded coming to this bit of duty. The sight and smell of the beer isvery strong to a man that has been such a slave to it, and I must bequartered in public-houses the whole way along. '

'You'll have to fight like Mr. Upton told me to, won't you?' said Teddy. 'But if our Captain is with us, Mr. Upton says we shan't be beaten. '

'No, ' said the corporal, a light coming into his eyes. 'We shall be morethan conquerors. '

Then, after a pause, he said, 'It's very considerate of your granny toask me to tea; I was just wishing that something could be done in thisvillage for the men coming after me, like we had last year when wemarched through the country for the manoeuvres. They gave us a free teaat several of the places we went through, and it kept so many fromdrinking. There's a man coming along here who I'm terrible anxious about. He's been an awful drunkard, and is quite an old soldier; but last NewYear's Day he signed the pledge, and he's kept it ever since: he's juston the point of being converted, I hope. We have yarns by the hourtogether, but if he's billeted in the Hare and Hounds, or any otherpublic-house, for that matter, I don't know what he'll do. There'snothing for them when they come in tired but to sit in the bar ortap-room and drink. They can't get away from it. ' Teddy's brow wasknitted with deep thought. 

'I didn't know soldiers drank too much, ' he said. 'I thought they neverdid anything wrong. '

The corporal smiled. 'It isn't many that is of your opinion, ' he said. 'Most folks put us down as a bad lot. '

That evening remained in his memory for long after: the sweet-scentedgarden, and the long low kitchen, with the happy family party gatheredround the table; the clumsy efforts of the reticent farmer to make hisguest feel at home; the short, pithy remarks made by Mrs. Platt, and thegentle, soft-voiced young mother, with the golden-haired boy, continuallyasking quaint questions about a soldier's life--all this came back to himwith a keen sense of pleasure in after years. He was only a young fellowafter all, and was touched and gratified by the kindness shown to him, for it made him think of his own mother in her village home; and when hetook his leave he could hardly express his thanks. 

Teddy had been allowed to sit up beyond his usual bedtime, and as he puthis little hand into the big brown one of the young soldier he said, 'Doyou mind telling me your name, corporal?'

'Walter Saxby, ' was the ready response. 

'And what's the name of the poor old soldier who signed the pledge on NewYear's Day?'

'Tim Stokes; he's called Bouncer by most of us. '

'I shall remember, ' said Teddy; then turning to his mother andgrandmother after Corporal Saxby had disappeared, he said solemnly, 'Imay bring Bouncer to tea, mayn't I, if I find him? Corporal told me hehadn't properly enlisted as Jesus' soldier, but he wants to. Do you thinkMr. Upton could get him to enlist while he's here? Or could you, granny?P'raps he'd do it for you. '

'I don't know what that boy will come to, ' said Mrs. Platt later on, whenTeddy was safe in bed; 'seems to me he has more the making of a ministerin him than a soldier. I don't hold with children being too religious;it's forced and unnatural. '

'He ain't too good to live, ' put in Jake slowly; 'no youngster can beathim in play. '

'I often wonder, ' Mrs. John said thoughtfully, 'whether he will be asoldier after all; he is almost too sensitive to lead the hard, roughlife so many do. I doubt if he could stand it. '

'He's not wanting in pluck and manliness, ' Mrs. Platt observed, for shealways had a good word to say for her little grandson when he was notpresent. 'I found him this morning careering round the field on thatfresh young foal, without any saddle or bridle! I gave him a sharpscolding, for it was kicking up its hind legs like mad; but he onlylooked up in my face and laughed. "It's my charger, granny, " he says, "and he smells the battle-field; that's why he's so excited!" I'm sorrythese soldiers are going to fill the place; he thinks and talks quiteenough of them as it is. We shan't have a moment's peace now tillthey're gone. '

Teddy was up very early the next morning to see his friend go off. He hadanother long conversation with him before wishing him good-bye; and then, with thoughtful face, he went to school, revolving many plans in hisactive little brain, and making innumerable mistakes in his lessons inconsequence. At twelve o'clock, when free at last, he made his way to therectory and asked for Mr. Upton, who greeted him very kindly. 

'Any more troubles to tell me?'

'No, sir; but I want to tell you about the soldiers who are coming. '

'I have heard about them. It will be a grand time for you, won't it?'

'Please, sir, could you have a tea-party for them?'

Mr. Upton pushed up his glasses and looked very bewildered. 

'A tea-party, did you say?'

'Yes; the corporal said a clergyman gave one hundred tea in aschoolroom last year, and spoke to them after. The corporal said itwould keep them from drinking in the public-houses. He came to teawith us last night; but granny won't have a lot of them, so I told himI'd tell you about it. '

'It's rather an undertaking, ' said Mr. Upton musingly, 'but we might dosomething for them. When are they to be here?'

'In two or three days, the corporal said. '

'I think I might manage it. I will go and see Colonel Graham, and findout if he will help. '

'I knew you would be able to do it, ' said Teddy, beaming all over; 'andp'raps, sir, you could tell some of them how to enlist, like you did me. The corporal said I ought to try to be a recruiting sergeant for myCaptain, but they wouldn't listen to me, I am sure. I'm going to try toenlist Nancy. I haven't tried half hard enough. But she says she'll onlybe a sailor for Jesus, not a soldier. Can she be that, sir?'

Mr. Upton smiled. 'Yes, I think she can. Sailors have to keep watch, andlearn their drill, and take orders, and fight under their captain, justlike soldiers. '

And then Teddy went home and electrified his mother by telling her, withan air of great importance, 'Mr. Upton and I are going to give thesoldiers a tea-party when they come. '

The days passed; Mr. Upton was as good as his word. A large tea wasprovided in the village schoolroom, Colonel and Mrs. Graham taking ahearty interest in it; and when the soldiers came in one hot, dustyafternoon, everything was ready for them. 

Teddy and others of the village children crowded round the Hare andHounds when they arrived, and Nancy was foremost of the crowd. 

'I don't think much of soldiers, ' she said, her nose tilted up indisdain. 'They're very dirty men, and covered with dust, and they've noband, nor flags flying, nor nothing. '

If Teddy was disappointed in the look of his heroes, he did not say so;but Sam remarked, 'I expect they've left the band and the flags in thetown; these are only the lot that they can't put up there. '

Later in the afternoon Teddy made his way to the old elm outside the Hareand Hounds, where several of the men were resting on the wooden benches, some with pots of beer, and round whom some of the admiring villagers hadmade a little circle. 

He pushed his way in with his accustomed fearlessness. 

'Please, is Mr. Tim Stokes here?'

The soldiers laughed, and bandied a few jokes on the comrade alluded to. 

'What do you want with him, youngster?'

'I want to speak to him. '

'I guess you'll find him under one of the tables in the tap-room; oldBouncer is pretty dry after a march like we've had to-day. '

There was a roar of laughter at this, but Teddy did not understand thejoke. 

'I mustn't go inside the Hare and Hounds, ' he said; 'I promised mother Inever would. Will you fetch him out for me?'

And turning to a good-natured-looking young fellow, Teddy put his handcoaxingly on his arm. The soldier looked into the boy's fair face with alaugh and then a sigh, and rising to his feet said, 'All right, littlechap, I'll fetch him out to you. '

He was gone some time, and Teddy improved his opportunity by makingfriends with those around him; it was not long before he had acquaintedthem with the fact of his being a soldier's son, and from that he driftedinto telling the story of 'Father's button!' There was vociferousapplause when he had finished. 

'Here, youngster, ' said one of the older men, holding out his pewter potto him, 'take a drink like a man; you deserve it!'

'No, thank you, ' the boy said; 'I never drink beer. '

Then, as an oldish-looking soldier, with a heavy moustache already tingedwith grey, came up to him, Teddy turned to him in delight. 

[Illustration: 'ARE YOU BOUNCER?']

'Are you Bouncer?'

'That's what I'm called. ' The man's face was an unhappy one, and heseemed to be the butt of his comrades, for they poured forth such avolley of good-natured ridicule on his appearance that Teddy looked fromone to the other in complete mystification. 

'Will you come and see my home?' the child asked softly. 'Corporal Saxbytold me he thought you would like to come. '

The man's face lightened. 'Ay, that I will, if it ain't fur off; my legsare that stiff and sore. I don't want much walking. '

'It isn't very far. ' Then, as they moved off together, Teddy slipped hislittle hand confidingly into the big one near him, and continued, 'Do youknow there's going to be a splendid tea for you all in our schoolroomto-night--have you heard?'

'Ay; the parson was round an hour ago giving out tickets. There's littleto be done in a place like this, and we're too tired to tramp into thetown; so I expect there'll be a tidy few. '

'The corporal came to tea at our house the other night. He's a friend ofyours, isn't he?'

'The best friend I've got, ' was the hearty answer. 'Ay, lad, there's fewof his sort in the Army; for one that tries to help us on a bit there'sten that tries to drag us down!'

'I suppose, ' said Teddy dreamily, 'that, after all, the Queen's armyisn't so nice to be in as the army I belong to? Does your captain helpyou when you're in trouble?'

'He helps us to pack-drill, or C. B. , or cells!' replied Tim Stokes withgrim humour. 

This needed to be explained to Teddy, who went on after it was made clearto him: 'Ah! my Captain always helps me. Mr. Upton says when I do wickedthings and get beaten by the enemy, I must call out to my Captain, and Hewill come at once and help me. '

'I reckon I've heard tell of your Captain, then, for that fellow Saxby isalways dinning it into me; but I can't come to religion nohow--I can'tmake head or tail of it. I tell you, youngster, I've been having an awfultime lately, and I can't keep to it. I'm certain sure the drink will dofor me again. I can't keep away from it much longer, and this march'llsee the end of my teetotal ways, I'm thinking. '

'And won't my Captain help you?'

'I'm not a hand at prayers and psalm-singing. '

'I wish you'd talk to Mr. Upton; he made me enlist a short time ago, andI've been ever so much happier since I did it. '

They were walking across the field leading to the farm, and as they cameto the stile the soldier leant heavily on it. Turning his face full onthe child, he said determinedly, 'I'm not a-goin' to talk to any Mr. Upton or no one about it. I'd as lief hear you as a parson. You mind meof a little brother of mine that died ten years ago. "Tim, " he said, just afore he went, "Tim, will you meet me in heaven?" He was the onlyone I ever loved, and I've lived a dog's life since!'

His eyes were moist with feeling, and for a minute Teddy looked at himsilently in pitying wonder. Then he said, 'Look here, Bouncer, this iswhat Mr. Upton said to me. He told me Jesus had died for me, and howdared I keep from being His soldier when He loved me so? You know that, don't you?'

'Ay, so Saxby tells me; but it don't make no difference. '

'No more it didn't to me, ' continued the boy eagerly, 'until I went toGod and enlisted. I did it quite by myself in the wood. You do it too, Bouncer--you give yourself to God as His soldier, and He'll take you andkeep you. '

'I've been too bad; it keeps me wakeful at nights, the verythinkin' of it!'

'But won't God forgive you if you ask Him to?'

'Saxby says so; but I don't know. The fact is, a soldier can't be aChristian in the Army. '

'I don't believe you want to be one of God's soldiers, ' said Teddy in adisappointed tone; 'you keep making 'scuses!'

There was silence; then Tim Stokes heaved a heavy sigh. 

'I won't come no further, youngster; I ain't in a mind to-day to seecompany, but I'll be at the tea to-night. '

'Oh, Bouncer, do come!' and Teddy's eyes filled with tears. 'You promisedyou would. I do want you to see mother and granny!'

But Tim wheeled round and strode off with something like a sob in histhroat. Teddy had little idea of the mighty conflict in his breast. Thechild's words had awakened many memories, and Tim was at that stage nowwhen the powers of good and of evil were contending for his soul. 

'He don't believe I want it, for I keep making excuses!' muttered thepoor man. 'Ay, I do; but I haven't got over the longing to be different. I'd cut off my right hand, I do believe, if I could be as Saxby is. Ican't bring myself up to the point; that's it!'

Meanwhile, poor little Teddy crept indoors with a sad face, to announceto his mother the failure of his mission. 

'He was nearly here, mother--just the other side of the hedgeoutside--and yet he turned back!'

CHAPTER VII

Uplifted and Cast Down

It was a bright, cheery gathering a few hours later. Mr. Upton hadthrown his whole heart into the scheme, and had been round with histickets to a few outlying inns, where more of the men were billeted, sothat there were altogether over forty redcoats assembled. Mrs. John andtwo other neighbours were in charge of the tea and coffee, and Teddy andNancy, with one or two other children, as a special favour, were allowedto help to wait on the guests. The tables were decorated with flowers;meat-pies, cold beef and ham sandwiches disappeared in a marvellousmanner, and the cakes and bread-and-butter with watercress were equallyappreciated. Towards the end of the meal several ladies came forward andsang, and one or two part-songs were also given by some of the guestsstaying at the Hall. 

'Now, ' said Colonel Graham in his brisk, hearty tones, 'before we have afew words from Mr. Upton, I should like to tell you how glad I am to seethe redcoats about me once more. I know your regiment well, for my own, the 10th Hussars, lay with it in Colchester ten years ago. I am sure youhave all enjoyed your tea, but perhaps you do not know who was theinstigator of the whole thing. We must thank Mr. Upton for his untiringzeal and energy in making arrangements; we must thank the ladies fortrying to make the evening pleasant by their songs; but we must thank alittle man here, I am given to understand, for the proposal in the firstinstance. '

And to Teddy's intense surprise the colonel swung him up on the impromptuplatform, to receive a deafening round of applause. 

He made a pretty picture as the light fell on his golden curls andsparkling blue eyes; his cheeks were flushed with excitement, but he borehimself bravely, and he held his head erect as he faced the crowded room. 

'He will speak to you better than I can, ' the colonel added, with asmile, 'for I'm a poor speaker myself. I'm the old soldier here to-night, and my fighting days are past; his are all in the future, and he looksforward to wear the red coat with the rest of you. I hope he'll bear asbrave a part in the Service as his father did before him. Now, my boy, have you anything to say?'

'It will turn his head, ' murmured Mrs. John to herself; but her mother'sheart swelled with pride as his clear voice rang out, --

'It wasn't I who thought about the tea, it was Corporal Saxby, ' (cheers). 'I haven't anything to say, unless you'd like me to tell you father'sstory. I've told it once to-day, but you weren't all there. May I, sir?'

'Certainly, ' was the colonel's amused reply. 

Teddy had never had such an audience before in his life, but he was quiteequal to the occasion. Fingering his button, he began in his usualimpetuous fashion. The very eagerness for his father's deed to behonoured prevented him from any feelings of self-consciousness, and hecarried his audience by storm. 

The ladies were delighted and touched by it, and Mrs. John quietly wipedsome tears from her eyes. 

And then Mr. Upton got up. His dreamy manner in speaking was absent now, and he spoke straightly and forcibly to those in the Queen's service ofthe battle to be waged with sin. Touching on their special difficultiesand temptations, he told them how absolutely impossible it was for themto be, in their own strength, a match for the devil with all the powersof evil at his back, and how the same Saviour who died for them, wouldkeep them, and lead them on to certain victory, if they would but enlistin His service. Nothing could exceed the attention with which he waslistened to, and the evening ended by their rising to their feet andsinging 'God Save the Queen. ' Then a sergeant rose to propose a vote ofthanks, cheers were given, and all departed, greatly pleased with theirevening. Teddy slipped up to Tim Stokes on going out. 

'Shall I see you again?' he asked. 

'I shall be busy to-morrow; we march out at eight in the morning. '

'Oh, I shall come and see you off. '

Tim lingered, then laying his hand heavily on the boy's fair curls, hesaid, 'God bless you, little chap! I've done it. '

Teddy's eyes lit up at once. 'Have you--really and truly?'

He nodded. 'My heart's full, and I can't speak of it, but I was away nearthe woods there by myself before the tea, and it's all right with me. Ionly wonder I didn't do it before. I wouldn't yield, that's the fact. Don't forget to pray for me, youngster. '

And he dashed out after his comrades, as if ashamed to show his emotion. 

Teddy called his mother to him when in bed that night. 

'Mother, I will be a soldier, I'm certain sure I will; but I'm very gladI can be one of God's soldiers without waiting to grow up. And I think Ishall be a recruiting sergeant for God now; I'm sure He wants lots moresoldiers, doesn't He?'

'Indeed He does, my boy. Now go to sleep; you have had a very excitingday. '

'But the best of all is, ' said Teddy sleepily, 'that Bouncer hasenlisted. '

There was quite a crowd of villagers and children the next morning roundthe Hare and Hounds. The soldiers were drawn up outside, waiting for theapproach of their regiment from the town to fall in and march on withthem. Teddy and Nancy were, of course, there; the little girl, in spiteof her alleged disdain of soldiers, was delighted to be in theirvicinity. Teddy could not get near his friend Bouncer, but he received afriendly nod from him in the distance, and as for Bouncer's face, it waslike sunshine itself, a marked contrast to the day before. As the bandwas heard approaching, cheers were given to the men now leaving, and atall corporal who had much enjoyed his tea the night before stooped toask of Nancy, who was standing close to him, 'What's the name of thatcurly-headed youngster who got us the tea?'

Nancy looked up at him mischievously: 'The button-boy! That's what I callhim, and I shan't never call him anything else!'

Then the corporal's voice rang out clear and loud, --

'Three cheers for the little button-boy !' which was taken upenthusiastically by the soldiers, and Teddy hardly knew whether he was onhis head or heels from excitement and delight. But he had to pay apenalty for his prominent position. From that day the title of the'button-boy' stuck to him, and it became his nickname in the village byall who knew him. 

On came the regiment, with the colours flying and the band playing in themost orthodox style, and Teddy was bitterly disappointed when the warningbell of school prevented him from marching along the road with them. 

The schoolmaster was very lenient with the boys that morning, or elsethey would have been in dire disgrace, for lessons were imperfectlylearned and said, and never had he found it so difficult to keep theirattention. 

But if Teddy was inattentive and careless at school, he was doublytroublesome at home, and for the next few days his mother's fears wererealised. The excitement of all that had taken place seemed to have quiteturned his head for the time. He jumped on Kate Brown's back--the hiredgirl--when she was carrying two pails of milk to the dairy, and thecontents of both pails were spilt and wasted; he shut up a fightingbantam cock and the stable cat into a barn, and left them fightingfuriously; he locked one of the farm-labourers in a hayloft, and pulledaway the ladder, so that he was not released for hours, and he provedsuch an imp of mischief in the house that even his mother meditatedhanding him over to his uncle to be whipped. 

At last it came to a climax in school. He brought a lot of young frogsin a handkerchief, put some of them in the master's desk, and amusedhimself at intervals by slipping the others down the backs of the boysseated in front of him. His corner was the most unruly one in the room, and whilst waiting for another class to come down he began one of hisstories in a whisper to a most interested audience. 

'I went to see a goblin once that I heard of. He lived in a tub on theseashore, and he lived by gobbling up schoolmasters and governesses. Heused to cut their hair off, scrape them well like a horse-radish, andthen begin at their toes and gobble them up till he got to theirheads--their heads he boiled in a saucepan for soup. The boys and girlsused to bring their masters, when they didn't--'

'Edward Platt!'

Never had the master's voice sounded so stern. The frogs werediscovered!--and his wrath was not appeased by seeing the clusterof heads round Teddy, and catching a few words of the deliciousstory going on. 

Teddy started to his feet. 

'Who put these frogs here?'

'I did, sir. ' The answer was boldly given. 

'Come here!'

And amidst the sudden hush that fell on all the boys, Teddy walked up tothe master's desk with hot cheeks and bent head. 

'Edward Platt, for the last three days you have been incorrigible. Ihave kept you in, and given you extra tasks, but neither has had anyeffect. Now I shall have to do what I have never yet done to you. Holdout your hand. '

Teddy's head was raised instantly, and holding himself erect he boreunflinchingly the three or four sharp strokes with the cane that themaster thought fit to give him. 

'Now, ' said the master, 'you can go home. I will dispense with yourattendance for the rest of this morning. '

Teddy walked out without a word: he felt the disgrace keenly, but it wasthe means of bringing him to himself, and rushing away to a secludedcorner in a field he flung himself down on the ground and sobbed as ifhis heart would break. Half an hour after his uncle, happening to passthrough that field, came across him. 

'Why, Ted, what be the matter?' he inquired as he lifted him to his feet. 

Teddy's tear-stained face and quivering lips touched him so, that he satdown on a log of wood near, and drew him between his knees. 

'Are you feeling bad--are you hurt?' was the next question; and thenTeddy looked up, and in a solemn voice asked, 'What does the Queen dowhen her soldiers are beaten instead of getting a victory?'

'I--I'm sure I doan't know. I can't remember the time when we was beaten. I reckon she's sorry for them. '

'Doesn't she turn them out of her army?'

'Why, noa!'

'What does God do when His soldiers leave off fighting, and knock underto their enemy?'

'I reckon He's sorry too. '

Dimly Jake Platt began to see the drift of the child's questions. Teddyshook his curly head mournfully. 'I'm sure He'll have to turn soldiersout of His army if they give up fighting, and let the banner drag in thedust, and just let the enemy do what they like with them. Why, I've doneworse than that!'--here he clenched his little fists and raised his voiceexcitedly--'I've gone with the enemy, I've joined Ipse, and that's beinga deserter, and now I shan't never, never be able to get back again!'

His uncle looked sorely puzzled. 

'Why ain't you at school? What have you been a'doin'?'

Teddy told him all in a despairing tone, adding, --

'I can't meet mother--I've been caned, and--and I've disgraced mybutton!'

Here his tears burst out afresh. 

'Look here, ' said his uncle slowly, 'I won't say but what you've been abad boy--your mother herself has been in sore trouble about you this lastday or two; but if we gets a fall in the mud it ain't much good stoppingthere; the only thing is to pick ourselves up agen, get ourselvescleaned, and then start agen and walk more carefully. Can't you do that?'

'I'm a deserter, ' sobbed the boy; 'my Captain won't have me back. I'vedisgraced Him, I've disgraced my banner, I've disgraced my button!'

'Your Captain will pick you up, I'm thinkin', if you ask Him. He'll cleanyou up fust-rate, and set you on your legs agen. '

'Will He?' And hope once more began to dawn in the dim blue eyes. 

'Of course He will. I ain't good at verses and such like, but I doremember this one--"Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be aswhite as snow. " Won't that one fit you?'

Teddy did not answer. He stood looking up wistfully into the blue sky, asif unconscious of his uncle's presence, and then he sighed. 'I think I'drather be alone, Uncle Jake. '

Jake left him without a word, and went home to prepare Mrs. John for whathad happened. '

She was much distressed, but, like a sensible woman, took the right viewof the case. 

'He wanted to be pulled up sharp; my poor boy, is he much hurt?'

The caning was such a minor point of Teddy's grief that Jake confessed toknowing nothing about it. Mrs. Platt was inclined to be indignant withthe schoolmaster. 

'Such a tiny little chap as he is, so full of feeling and nerves--hehadn't ought to have done it. '

Yet only that morning she herself had almost given him a sound whippingfor one of his mad pranks!

Shortly after Teddy crept in, and shutting the door behind him, put hisback against it. 

'Mother, granny, ' he said, 'I've been an awful boy at school thismorning, and I'm in disgrace. I've been caned. '

His tone was tragic, then he added slowly, 'But I'm very sorry, and I'msorry I've been so naughty at home, and I'm going to start again, becausemy Captain has forgiven me. '

And then Mrs. John did the wisest thing she could do. She asked noquestions, but got some warm water and took him off to wash his face andhands. She saw the red marks across the little hand, but refrained frommaking much of it; and then, after putting his curly head in order, shedrew it to her shoulder, and putting her arms round him, she said, --

'My sonny, mother is so glad her little son feels his naughtiness. Shehas been praying much for him to-day. And now tell me all about it. '

CHAPTER VIII

In the Clover Field

'Please, Mrs. Platt, can I see Teddy?'

'I think he is out in the clover field. Don't you be romping round withhim now, for he's taken his Sunday book out, and is as quiet as can be. '

It was Nancy who was standing at the farmhouse door one lovely Sundayevening. Old Mrs. Platt was the only one at home, and she motioned withher hand where her little grandson would be found. 

Nancy discovered him a few minutes later, lying full length in thesweet-scented clover, an open book before him. When he raised his face tohers, it wore his most angelic look. 

'Hulloo! what have you come here for?' he asked. 

'To talk to you, ' and, without more ado, Nancy squatted down beside him. 'What are you doing?' she went on; 'and what's your Sunday book?'

'It's the _Pilgrim's Progress_. I love it; don't you? I haven't beenreading it though for a long time. I've been having a beautiful make-up. '

'Tell me, ' and Nancy's tone was eager. 

Teddy looked away to the purple hills in the distance, and beyond andabove them to the soft evening sky, with its delicate fleecy cloudsflitting by, and taking every imaginable form and shape as they did so. 

The dreamy, far-away look came into his eyes as he said slowly, --

'It's a Sunday make-believe, quite one to myself, and I've never told itto any one. I can only tell it to myself out of doors, when it's stilland quiet, and then I feel sometimes it's quite real!'

'Do tell me, ' pleaded Nancy coaxingly. 

'Well, it's getting to heaven--after I'm got there, you know. '

Nancy's eyes grew big with awe. 

'Shall I tell you how I begin it?'

She nodded, and Teddy, turning over on his side, brought forth anotherbook--a New Testament. 

Turning to an open page he began to read with great emphasis, --

'"And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, andshowed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heavenfrom God. "'

'That's the Bible, ' said Nancy. 

'Yes; now listen. I'm lying here in this field; it's very, very still. Ihear a little rustle behind. I don't look round, and then, flash! comes abeautiful white angel. Now he's standing in front of me. '

'What's he like?'

'He's dressed in white shiny stuff, and he has very white featherywings. His face is smiling. He has eyes like mother's, and hair likeSally White's. '

'Flaxen, mother says it is, ' put in Nancy. 

'Yes; he stands quite still. Hush! hear him!--"Teddy, I've come to fetchyou to heaven. " And then I stand up. I listen hard, but I don't sayanything. He says, "You haven't been altogether a good soldier, but theCaptain says He wants you. Come along. " Then I get up and sit myselfbetween his wings, and put my arms round his neck, and he begins to goup. I see mother, and granny, and Uncle Jake, and I wave my hand tothem, and mother throws a kiss at me and calls out, "Give my love tofather, " and away we go, over our fields and across the high road, andover Farmer Green's fields, and then we fly right to the top of thatmountain over there!'

'Do let me come, too!' said Nancy. 'I want to be on the angel's backwith you. '

'P'raps you can follow behind on another angel; I want mine all tomyself. We get up to the top of the mountain, then I stand down onthe ground. '

'And me, too!' put in Nancy. 

'You mustn't keep stopping me; I can't feel it if you do. I standthere, and I think at first I can't see nothing but a lot of little softclouds, one above the other, just like those over there; but the angelsays, "Put your foot on one of them, and then on the next one--they'rethe steps to heaven!"'

'Oh!' gasped Nancy, following it with keen reality; 'you'll tumble!'

'I don't; it's like putting your foot in cotton wool. I go up--I have togo quite by myself, but the angel comes behind, to see I don't fall. Andthen he says, "Look up; don't you see the gates?" And then I look, and Isee them--shining gold gates, very big, and covered with jewels like Mrs. Graham wears on her fingers. I go up and up, and then I'm there. '

'Is that all?'

'Why, that's just the beginning. I'm only outside. The gates are shut, but when they see me coming, two more angels come and swing them wideopen, and I'm feeling rather frightened, but I walk in. There's a longwide street made like the gates, and I walk very carefully, for fear ofslipping down, then I see a lot of angels coming along with trumpets, andthen they go first and begin to play like the soldiers' band. I march onto a very, very, very big door, and there on the steps leading up standsmy Captain. '

Teddy paused. 'I can't tell you what He's like, but I feel what He'slike myself. Such a loving, kind face, and He puts His hand on my headand says, "Well done, Teddy!" And then I take hold of His hand, and Ithink I cry. '

Matter-of-fact Nancy sees with surprise that Teddy's eyes are fillingwith tears at the thought. 

He went on softly, 'I think He takes me up in His arms then, because I'mvery tired, and He carries me into the most beautiful garden you ever sawin your life, and He takes me to father, who is waiting there. '

'Tell me what the garden's like. '

Teddy does not speak; he is full of the meeting with his father, andNancy waits a little impatiently. 

'The garden is lovely, ' he said at last, drawing in a breath of delightat the thought. 'It's always sunny and warm, the grass is very soft andgreen, and there's every flower in the world all bunched up together. Theseats are made of roses, and if you want to go to sleep, the pillows aremade up of violets; there's a beautiful river, and trees full of applesand oranges, and plums and pears; the banks are red--they're made ofstrawberries. '

'Oh, ' gasped Nancy, 'how lovely!'

'There are summer-houses, and little white boats to row on the river, andgold harps hanging up on the trees; and then I think, I hope, there arelots of dogs running about, and then you can ride all day on lions, andtigers, and bears, and they won't bite you, but lick your hands. '

'Go on. What else?'

'Then we stand up and sing hymns when my Captain comes by, and weplay on the harps, and blow the trumpets as much as ever we like. Ithink my Captain sometimes comes and sits down and talks to us andtells us stories. '

There was silence; then Nancy said, 'Is that all?'

'That's enough for you, ' said Teddy, a little condescendingly. 'I thinkand make believe a lot more. '

'I want to go to heaven, ' Nancy said thoughtfully. 

Then Teddy came back to earth. 

'Have you enlisted yet?' he asked. 

'I'm not going to be a soldier, ' said Nancy quickly. 

'Well, you'll never get to heaven if you don't fight for our Captain now. He won't let you inside the gates unless you belong to Him. Girls canfight just as much as boys. '

'Of course they can. I can fight as well as you, button-boy!'

'Why don't you fight your enemy, then?'

'What enemy?'

'My enemy is called Ipse. He's a dreadful trouble to me. You've gotyours--the thing inside you that makes you want to do naughty things;you've got to fight it, and do the good things instead. I've had twofights with Ipse to-day. '

'Have you? Do tell me!'

'You mustn't tell any one, then. It was in church this morning. There wasan old woman in front of me, and she'd untied her bonnet, and the ribbonsfell over in our pew. She went fast asleep in the sermon, and nodded herhead back till it almost tumbled off her head, and Ipse thought if Iwould put out my hand and just give a tiny, weeny pull at the ribbon, itwould come right off!'

Nancy clapped her hands. 'Why didn't you? What fun!'

'I wanted to let Ipse have his way dreadful, but I remembered I mustfight him, and I did. I asked my Captain to help me, and then I put bothmy hands in my pockets, and screwed up my eyes tight. But I was glad whenshe woke up and tied her bonnet on again. '

'That was much gooder than I could have been. What's the otherfight you had?'

'Uncle Jake brought some fresh honey from the hives, and he put it on aplate in the window in the kitchen. He said when he went out of the room, "Don't touch that, Teddy, " as I was waiting for mother to come to churchwith me, and I went up and looked at it. Ipse said to me, "Just put onefinger in it. " And I had to fight him very hard over that, but I ran awayout of the room. '

'And do you always fight him hard?'

'No; I often forget till it's too late. Mother said I must ask my Captainto make me remember. I do ask Him a lot to help me. '

'I don't think I like that sort of fighting. '

'Nancy, I wish you'd give yourself to God as His soldier. ' Teddy turnedround earnestly as he spoke. 

'I think, ' said Nancy slowly, 'I like to be naughty best. ' Then sheadded, with quick change of tone, 'My father is coming home soon, andhe'll come to see us here. Then you'll see what a grand sailor he is. Heis much grander than your father was. '

'My father was an officer, ' said Teddy proudly. 

'So's my father; he is a first-class petty officer'; and Nancy broughtout the words slowly and with much emphasis. 

'My father was a non-commissioned officer, ' said Teddy, determining notto be beaten; 'he was a full sergeant. '

'My father gives orders to all the sailors, and they have to do what hetells them. '

'So did my father, and he led the soldiers through a battle. '

'My father will fight in twenty battles before he dies, and yours onlyfought in one. '

'My father is in heaven, and that's the grandest place to be in. '

Coming to this climax was too much for Nancy, and the thoughts ofthat place of which they had been having so much talk subdued theirrising ire. 

Teddy said reproachfully, after a minute's silence, 'Ipse was nearlygetting angry with you then. You're such a dreadful girl for making mequarrel with you. '

'You won't let me say my father is as good as yours, ' protested Nancy. 

'He isn't better. Yes--don't get angry, Nancy; let's say they're justthe same. '

And with this admission Nancy was for the time pacified. 

Before they parted she looked at her little companion with solemn eyes. 

'I won't promise, but I'll think about belonging to the Captain. I shouldlike to go to heaven. '

It was one day soon after this that Teddy was straying over the fields inhis happy, careless fashion; fond as he was of games with the villageboys, often there were times when he liked his own society best, and hewandered on talking to himself, and gathering grass and wild-flowers ashe went. His quick eyes soon noted some sheep making their way through agap in the hedge, and from thence they were going through an open gateinto the high road. 

'Those are Farmer Green's sheep, ' quoth he to himself. 'I'm glad ofit--horrid old man he is! No, Ipse, be quiet; that isn't the way tothink of him. I'll go and drive them back again!'

And he trotted off with this intention; but it is much more difficult toget sheep into their rightful place than out of it, and this Teddy foundto his cost. His face was hot and red, his voice hoarse with shouting, and then, to his consternation, Farmer Green appeared on the scene. 

'You young vagabond, ' he shouted, springing towards him, a thick stick inhand, 'leave my sheep alone! How dare you come on my premises? You'realways after some fresh trick or other. '

Teddy stood still till he came up to him, then looked up frankly at him. 

'Indeed, sir, I was trying to drive them back through their hole again. Look, that's where they broke through. '

'A likely story! Much more probable you made the hole yourself. '

Teddy's blood rushed into his face. 'I never tell a lie!' he cried, 'andyou're a--'

He stopped, and hung his head in shame at the word that almostslipped from him. 

Jonathan Green looked curiously at him. 

'Now may I ask what the end of that speech was going to be?' hesaid grimly. 

Teddy looked up. 'Ipse was going to say you was a liar yourself, but Ijust stopped him in time. '

'I shall believe you have a bee in your bonnet, as some folks say, ' saidthe farmer; 'pray, if the sheep came out of their proper field, whatbusiness was that of yours?'

'I wanted to be good to you. I'm sorry I tied you up that day, dreadfulsorry. And I've got to love you, so I thought it would be a good plan tosend your sheep back again. '

'You've got to love me!' repeated the farmer, opening his eyes in mocksurprise; 'and when did I ask for any of your love, young fellow?'

'I don't suppose you want me to, ' observed Teddy cheerfully, as he sawthat the stick, instead of being brandished over his head, was now safelyresting on the ground, 'but I've got to do it, you see, because my bannerI'm holding for my Captain is Love, and I must love everybody. '

The farmer did not answer. Teddy continued earnestly, --

'Do you think you could manage to forgive me, and let us shake hands? Itwould make it easier for me to love you if you could. '

There was such honesty of purpose in the blue eyes raised to his, suchwistful curves to the sensitive little lips, that Jonathan Green for thefirst time felt the thrall of the child's power. 

'Come into the house with me, ' he said, 'and I'll see what the missus hasto say to you. '

Teddy followed him without the slightest misgiving, and he was led intothe farmhouse kitchen, where Mrs. Green sat knitting over the fire, andone of her daughters was laying the cloth for tea. 

'Mary Ann, here's the scamp of the village come to see you; keep him heretill I come back. I'm after some stray sheep'; and shutting the door witha bang the farmer disappeared. 

Teddy shook hands with the old lady and the young one, and then seatedhimself in the big chair opposite Mrs. Green. 

'What have you been doing?' the latter inquired; 'how is it your mothercan't keep you out of mischief?'

'I haven't been in mischief, really I haven't'; and poor Teddy felt thetruth of the saying, 'Give a dog a bad name, and hang him. '

He tried to tell his story, and then when that did not seem to beunderstood, he deftly changed the subject. 

'What does Farmer Green like best in the world?' he asked. 

This astonishing question struck Mrs. Green dumb, but her daughterNatty laughed. 

'Gooseberry pudding!' she said. 'Now then, what's the next question?

But Teddy was silent, and not another word did he say till the farmercame in again. 

'This youngster is on the tack of reforming himself, Mary Ann, ' saidJonathan, sitting down in the chair that Teddy immediately vacated uponhis entrance; 'do you believe it?'

'I have no faith in boys, ' said Mrs. Green, with a shake of her head, 'they're all alike, and are always taking you unawares!'

'You hear what the missus says; you won't get no help from that quarter. But I'll give you a chance; would you like to stop to tea with us?'

Teddy smiled. 'Thank you, sir, but mother will expect me home to tea; mayI go now? And do you forgive me for what I did the other day?'

Farmer Green stretched out a hard horny hand, and took the boy's smallone. 'Here's my hand on't!' he said with his grim smile. 'I may be a foolfor believing you, but if you're sorry for the past, I won't be the oneto rake it up. '

Teddy's upward look was so full of innocence that he received a clap onthe shoulder. 

'Run along; you've made your peace with me. '

And speeding away Teddy whispered to himself, --

'I shall ask mother to make it, and I shall pick the gooseberries myself, and then he'll know I love him!'

Farmer Green was much bewildered a few days after at receiving a parcelwhich was left at his house by some boys on their way back from school;he was still more puzzled when upon opening it, it proved to be agooseberry pudding in a basin, with a piece of paper attached to it, andthese words in very shaky writing, 'I send you my love. --Teddy. '

But his daughter was able to enlighten him, and they had a hearty laughover Teddy's mode of confirming the treaty of friendship. 

CHAPTER IX

Lost

Our little soldier had his ups and downs, but on the whole he wasmaking steady progress, and his mother was thankful to see hisincreased thoughtfulness and gentleness. He was not less merry andjoyous, he was still the leader of the village sports, but he waslearning how to control his mischievous propensities and to restrainhis hasty words and actions. Nancy was a great trial to him sometimes, and yet, though the two were ceaselessly involved in arguments anddifferences, they could not keep apart for long. Nancy's fatherarrived, and Teddy had the privilege of being invited to tea, and ofhearing the most wonderful yarns from the big brown-bearded man, who, though outwardly rough in voice and manner, had a very soft corner inhis heart for his little daughter. 

Teddy listened and admired, and satisfied Nancy by his evidentappreciation of the sea stories; but when he reached home, and was askedabout his visit, he said emphatically, --

'Nancy's father is very nice, but he's nothing like the picture I've gotof father, with his red coat and sash and sword, and his voice is sogruff and hoarse, and he shouts so loud, and I shall never, never thinksailors are better than soldiers!'

It was after Nancy's father had left her, and when the bright summer dayswere beginning to close, that one afternoon Teddy and Nancy were fishingtogether. At least that was their intention, but any one seeing themsitting on the low stone bridge over the river, with their lines danglingcarelessly in the water, and their merry laughter and voices ringing outcontinually, would not be surprised if their fishing did not meet withsuccess. At last they clambered down and wandered along the tow-path, andthen suddenly Nancy drew Teddy's attention to his button. 

'Why, it's nearly coming off; you'll lose it!' she cried. 

'I told mother it was getting loose yesterday. She says she is alwayssewing it on. I think I'll take it right off and put it in my pocket. Whatever should I do if I was to lose it?'

He was jerking at it as he spoke, and it slipped from his grasp androlled away on the path. It was too great a temptation for Nancy. Likelightning she was after it, and a moment after stood upright andexultant, with the button clenched tightly in her little hand. 

'Give it to me at once!' demanded Teddy, quivering all over withexcitement. 

Nancy's brown eyes sparkled with mischief. 

'Aha! little button-boy, I've got it at last, and I shall take it homeand have it sewed on _my_ jacket. '

'I shall fight you, ' cried Teddy, 'if you don't give it up at once!It isn't yours. You would be a thief if you kept it. Give it to methis minute!'

'Shall I throw it into the river?' questioned the saucy little maiden. 

Teddy darted forward, and then began a tussle. He tried to wrench herhands apart, and she exerted all her strength to keep them closed. Suddenly, with a triumphant cry from Teddy, as Nancy's fingers werebeginning to yield, the button was liberated with such force that itflew violently out, and splash into the river it went! Nancy gave a cry, but without a word or sound Teddy plunged in head foremost after it. Itwas done without a thought. He was a good swimmer, and for a minuteNancy watched him in breathless silence. But when his little head roseout of the water he seemed half stupefied, and cried out in a weakvoice, 'Help! I'm drowning!' then sank again. Nancy set up a shout thenof frantic agony, and a carter coming over the bridge fortunately heardher, and came to the rescue, not a moment too soon. He threw off hiscoat and heavy boots, and plunged in just as Teddy's curly head rose forthe third and last time. It did not take long to bring him to shore, buthe lay in the carter's arms limp and lifeless, and Nancy burst into anagony of tears. 

'He's dead! he's dead, and I've killed him!' she cried. 

The carter wasted no time in trying to restore animation to the littleframe, but all his efforts were unavailing, and at last he said, 'I'llput him in my cart, and drive as fast as I can to the doctor's. It isn'tmore than a mile off, if so be that he's at home. You go home and fetchhis mother as fast as you can. '

Nancy raced off, sobbing as she went, and she was in such a state ofexcitement that when at length she burst open the farmhouse door sheseemed to have lost her speech. 

Mrs. John saw her face, and started forwards. 'It's Teddy!' she cried;'what has happened?'

'He's at--he's going to the doctor's dead!' she gasped, then fellbreathless to the floor. Without a word Mrs. John snatched up a shawl, and with white, set face, and lips moving in agonised prayer, she flewalong the road to the doctor's. She was shown into the room where thedoctor was hard at work; but Teddy lay like a waxen image, with thesweetest smile on his lips, his fair curls clustering round his brow, andonly an ugly bump amongst the curls told the reason of his sinking underthe water again so suddenly. 

In breathless silence the mother stood and watched. 'Don't give him up, doctor!' she cried, as at last the doctor straightened himself andpaused, looking at the mother sorrowfully. He shook his head, but set towork again, trying artificial respiration, and leaving no effort untriedto bring back the life that had apparently departed. 

And then there came the moment when his efforts met with success, forplacing his hand against the little heart he felt a feeble throb. Heredoubled his efforts; the breath began to appear, a faint colour tingedthe blue lips, and at last the heavy eyelids raised, and a faint voicesaid, 'Mother!'

Mrs. John sank on her knees. 'Thank God!' was all she said, and thenshe fainted. 

Much later in the evening Teddy was placed in his own little bed at home;but though alive, his condition was most critical, and he lay in a heavystupor, from which it seemed impossible to rouse him. The doctor said hemust have struck his head against a stone when first he dived into theriver, and this had produced concussion of the brain. Nancy had beentaken home before he came, but the news was brought to her that he wasstill alive, though in great danger, and that was a great comfort to herpoor little sorrowful soul. 

For many days he lay between life and death. The inquiries after himfrom every one of his schoolfellows, the Hall, and the different farmsand places round, told his mother how much her little son had beenbeloved. And when on the following Sunday Mr. Upton gave out, in afaltering voice, 'The prayers of this congregation are desired forEdward Platt, who is very dangerously ill, ' there was not a dry eye inthe church, and one or two audible sobs came from the boys' seats inthe gallery. 

Mrs. John never left her boy's bedside--night and day she was by him, andmany wondered at her calm peacefulness. After the first great shock, shehad been able to hand over her child into her Father's loving hands, andrest content with the result; and so she was able, in perhaps the mostanxious time of her life, to look up and say, 'Father, not my will, butThine be done. '

The days slowly passed, and still no change for the better. The doctorcame and went with his grave, impenetrable face, and Teddy was stillunconscious. Then doubts began to rise in his mother's heart as towhether his reason would ever come back, and she stopped the doctor as hewas leaving one morning to ask him the question, --

'If he lives, doctor, will he be an idiot?--my brave, bonny boy! Oh, Iwould rather have death for him than that!' And the doctor could onlygive her the meagre consolation, 'He may recover yet. I have seen worsecases than this pull through, and be as bright as ever they were. '

And then, one afternoon, when the setting sun was flooding the room witha golden glory, the little head turned on the pillow. 'Mother!'

The sound of that word, not uttered since she had seen him in thedoctor's house that first terrible day, was like the sweetest music inher ear. Stooping over him she met the clear conscious gaze of theblue eyes. 

'So tired, mother! Put your hand under my cheek. Good-night. '

The eyelids closed, and the limbs relaxed in healthy sleep. Themother sat down, and though her arm became stiff and weary, not amuscle of it moved. 

The doctor came in just before he woke. 

'He has spoken; he knew me, ' she said; and the doctor nodded and smiled. And then a minute after the boy raised his head. 

'Where am I, mother?' he asked feebly. 

'In bed, darling. You've been ill. '

'Where's my button?'

'He'll do, ' said the doctor contentedly; 'keep him quiet, and feed himup. '

And the glad news went round the village that Teddy was getting better. 

It was a bright day for the farm when Teddy was brought down in a blanketand put in the big easy-chair by the fire. His little face and handslooked very fragile, with the blue veins standing out clearly under thetransparent white skin, but his large eyes shone with light and gladness. His mother made him comfortable, then left him in his grandmother'scharge for a short time. Old Mrs. Platt had had her share of sufferingduring those sad days; her heart was wrapped up in the boy, and perhapsthe greatest trial of all was to stand aloof, and perform her daily workdownstairs, whilst her daughter-in-law had the sole charge of him. 

She came across to the chair now, and kneeling down in front of it, said, with tears in her eyes, as she took his two little hands into hers, 'Granny has sadly missed her pickle all this while. '

And then Teddy put his little arms round her neck and hugged her close, crushing her cap in the most reckless fashion as he did so. 

'I'm getting better every day, granny, and I love you ever so!'

When Mrs. Platt released herself, he went on more soberly, 'I feel verytipsy on my legs. I asked mother to let me walk just now, but Icouldn't manage very well. I don't think I shall be able to run fastfor a year, shall I?'

'Oh, we'll see you about long before that, please God!'

'And, granny, you know about my sorrow?'

The blue eyes looked wistful at the thought. 

'Yes, laddie; but don't think of that now. '

'I told mother I didn't want ever to get well when I first talked aboutit. I felt I couldn't live without my button, but she told me that waswrong; she said it wasn't being a good soldier to wish to die directlytrouble came, and that if I bore my sorrow well God would be pleased. Doyou think I'm bearing it well, granny?'

'Yes, yes, ' Mrs. Platt said soothingly. 'Look at those lovely flowersand grapes that Mrs. Graham sent to you this morning. Wasn't thatkind of her?'

'I don't never forget it, ' pursued Teddy, refusing to have the subjectchanged; 'but I thought this morning that God could give it to me again, and so I'm going to ask Him every day till it comes; and do you know, granny, I think He'll give it to me, only mother says I must be patient. '

Presently he asked, 'Could I see Nancy, one day soon?'

'She comes, on her way to school, every day to ask how you are. Poorlittle maid! she's taken on dreadful about your illness, and wouldn't eather food when you were so ill. Her mother got quite anxious about her. We'll send for her in a day or two, if you keep well. ' And two daysafter Nancy appeared. She came up to the big chair very shyly, and lookedwith awe upon Teddy's white, wasted face; then she cried impulsively, --

'Oh, button-boy, will you ever, ever forgive me? If you had died, Ishould have killed you!'

'No, you wouldn't, ' said Teddy, putting up his face and kissing her. 'Iwas just as naughty; I shouldn't have tried to fight with you. '

'I go to the river every day, ' Nancy went on sorrowfully, 'and FarmerGreen brought a big net one day and dragged up a lot of stones andold tin pans, but the button wasn't there. I hope it will be washedashore one day, and so I look along the banks, but I haven't seen asign of it yet!'

'I'm asking God to give it back to me every day, ' said Teddy, with alittle decided nod, 'and I think He'll do it. You ask Him too, Nancy, andperhaps He'll do it quicker. '

'I've asked God every day to make you better, and I promised Him if Hewould do it I would be the Captain's soldier. Yes, I did, and I said Iwould give up being a sailor, and be just a soldier, like you are. '

Nancy made this statement with great solemnity, and Teddy beamedwith delight. 

'And are you really enlisted?'

'I don't quite know, but I'm trying to be good, and I ask Jesus to helpme every day. '

Then there was silence. Nancy sat down on the rug, and took the largetabby cat on her lap. 

'Did you think you was going to die?' she asked presently. 

'I didn't think nothing at all till I woke up, and saw mother crying overme, and then I felt dreadful tired and ill. I asked her one day where shewould bury me, for I was sure I was much too ill to get better, andshe--well, she smiled, and said God was making me stronger every day. Ididn't feel I was better a bit. '

'Would you like to have died and gone to heaven?'

'Yes, ' Teddy answered promptly, 'of course I should. Wouldn't you?'

Nancy shook her head. 'I might if I was quite sure the angel would carryme safely all the way without dropping me, or leaving me in the cloudsbefore we got there; but I think I like to live here best. Besides, Idon't think I'm good enough to go to heaven yet. '

'I don't think it's being good gets us to heaven. Jesus died to let us, you know, like the hymn says, --

"Jesus loves me! He who died Heaven's gate to open wide; He will wash away my sin, Let His little child come in. "

Have you asked Him to forgive you, Nancy?'

Nancy nodded. 'Yes, when you was so ill. I felt I had been so wicked thatGod was punishing me. '

Here, reverting to more earthly topics, Nancy held up the cat arrayed inher sailor hat and jacket. 

'Look, this is Jack Tar! Doesn't she make a jolly sailor?'

A gleeful, hearty peal of laughter came from Teddy, and was heard in theadjoining room by his grandmother with comfort. She called Mrs. John. 

'Hear that, now! Why, he's getting quite himself again; it does him goodto have a child to talk to. She must come again. '

And this Nancy did, and the roses began to come back to Teddy's cheeks, and then others of his playfellows were allowed to come and see him. 

Certainly no little invalid could have received greater attention than hedid during that time of convalescence. Every day small offerings werepresented at the door by the village children, and very diverse were thegifts. Sometimes a bunch of wild-flowers, sometimes birds' eggs, marbles, boxes of chalk, a packet of toffee or barley-sugar, a currant bun, a tintrumpet, a whistle, a jam tart, a penny pistol, and so on, till hismother declared she would have to stop taking them in, as they weregetting such an accumulation of them. 

'And how is my little fellow-soldier?' asked Mr. Upton, as he came in oneday for his first visit to the little invalid after being downstairs. 

'He'll soon be out of hospital, ' responded Teddy brightly. 

'And is he still fighting for his Captain?'

'I think, sir, Ipse has been very good while I've been ill. '

'He has been lying low, has he? If I mistake not, you will have a brushwith him yet before long, so be on the look-out. '

And Teddy found the good rector's words come true. Days came when hetried his mother's patience much by his fractiousness and restlessness, and he was more often the vanquished than the conqueror. 

Even Nancy one day remonstrated with him. 

'You're nasty and cross to-day. No one pleases you. '

'I want to get out. I'm tired of this old kitchen. '

'If you can't get out, you can't. Being cross won't take you out. ' Thislogic convinced, but did not comfort. 

'I expect your Captain won't come near you when you're cross. ' And thenTeddy burst out crying, --

'I'm not a soldier at all. I don't know how to stand fire, and it's allIpse, and I'm too tired to fight him!'

Poor little soldier! One above took note of the physical weakness andweariness, and in His tenderness pitied and forgave. 

CHAPTER X

Found

It was winter time, and Teddy was back at school, full of health andspirits, yet, through all his boyish mirth, the loss of his button wasnever forgotten. Daily he prayed for it to be found, and his hope andfaith in God never failed him. 

'Perhaps God will send it to me for a Christmas surprise. Perhaps I shallfind it in my stocking on Christmas morning, ' he used to say to hismother; and she told him to pray on. 

He had come in from school one cold day in the beginning of December, andwas watching with keen interest the roasting of an apple suspended from astring in front of the fire, when there was a sharp knock at the door, and the footman from the Hall appeared. 

'The master wants you to let the youngster come up with me now andspeak to him. '

'What about?' questioned Mrs. John, rather alarmed at this summons, andwondering if Teddy had been up to mischief. 

'He won't keep him long. ' Then, as excited Teddy began pulling on hisgreat-coat, he whispered something into his mother's ear, which had theeffect of completely reassuring her, and bringing a pleased smile abouther lips. Teddy was delighted to go up to the Hall, and he trotted alongby the side of the tall young footman, keeping up a brisk conversationas he went. 

'I shall never be a footman, ' he was asserting; 'I couldn't keep mylegs so stiff. You're always like the soldiers when they stand atAttention. Don't you never kick your legs out in the kitchen, or haveyou got stiff knees?'

'I can kick out as much as I like, ' responded the young man, in rather anoffended tone. 

'Don't you think it's nicer to be a soldier? Wouldn't you like to beone?'

'No; their grub is something shocking, and they live like cattle!'

Teddy would not allow this, and the discussion began to get somewhatheated, when their arrival at the house put an end to it. 

'I say, just tell me, is the colonel angry?' asked Teddy, as looking intothe large, brightly lighted hall, he suddenly felt his diminutive size. 

'Not he. Wipe your feet, and take your cap off. '

Teddy stepped in upon the soft rugs almost on tiptoe, and the colonelhimself came out into the hall to meet him. 'Come in, my little man, anddon't be frightened. '

Teddy held his head erect as he followed the colonel into a bright, cheery room, where a group of ladies and gentlemen were round the fireenjoying their cup of five o'clock tea. 

Mrs. Graham came forward and gave him a kindly greeting. 

'This is our would-be soldier, ' said Colonel Graham--'the "button-boy, "as I hear he is called. Some of you remember his story told in ourschoolroom to the regiment passing through in the summer, and we weren'tsurprised to hear of his narrow escape from death from trying to regainhis button. But perhaps you've forgotten all about it, youngster? Abutton isn't worth much sorrow after the first pang of its loss is over. '

Teddy's face was a picture: the blood rushed up to his forehead, his eyesflashed, and with clenched hands he said boldly, 'Do you think I couldever forget my father's button, sir? I'd rather have it back thananything else in the world! And I'm going to get it back, too!'

'But it's at the bottom of the river, isn't it?'

'I don't know where it is, but God does, and I ask Him every day to sendit back to me. I'm quite sure He will, and I think it will be thisChristmas. '

The ladies exchanged glances. 

'"Fact is stranger than fiction, " certainly, ' said the colonel. 'Now, myboy, come here. '

He was standing on the hearthrug with his back to the fire, and puttinghis hand into his pocket he drew out a small box and placed it in thechild's hand. 

'Open it, and tell me if you recognise the contents. '

Teddy lifted the lid, and then a gasp, and a cry of ecstasy broke fromhim. 

'Oh, my button, my own button! Oh, sir!'

And here the tears welled up in the blue eyes, and, utterly regardlessof the place he was in, he flung himself down on the hearthrug andburied his head, face foremost, in his arms. He lay there so still for amoment that Mrs. Graham bent forward to touch him, fearing that theexcitement might be too much for him, but he was only trying to hide hisemotion from those looking on. In another minute he rose to his feet, and with a face perfectly radiant he turned to, the colonel, 'It'slovely, sir, it's lovely!'

The colonel had had it set in a little gold framework with blue ribbonattached, making it look as much like a medal as possible, and Mrs. Graham now came forward and pinned it to his coat. 

'Now, my boy, I don't think you will ever guess how it came into ourpossession. The other day I brought home a few fish, and in preparing oneof these for table our cook discovered your button inside it--I wonderthe fish had not come to an untimely end before from such an indigestiblemeal! She told us of it, not recognising what a valuable treasure shehad brought to light, and directly we saw it, we knew it was theredoubtable button that has been the means of causing such interest inour neighbourhood. '

Teddy listened eagerly. 'No wonder no one couldn't find it!' he said, fingering his adornment proudly. 'It's like the fish that brought Petersome money once. '

Then the colonel turned to one of his friends. 

'Now, major, what do you think of this youngster? Would you like to takehim as a drummer boy into your regiment?'

The major scanned the boy from head to foot, then answered emphatically, 'I wouldn't take a boy with a face like that for a good deal!'

'Why not?' asked Mrs. Graham. 

'Because it's the ruination of them. I shall never forget a pretty boy wehad once; he was called the "cherub, " and had been a chorister--sangdivinely. He was only four years in the regiment, and his case wasbrought to me before he was discharged. He came to us an angel, anddeparted a finished young blackguard. He drank, stole, and lied to anyextent, and was as well versed in vicious sins as any old toper in theregiment. When I see a fresh drummer brought in, I wonder how long hewill keep his innocence, and sometimes wish his friends could see thelife he is subjected to. I give them a month generally, and then awayflies their bloom and all their home training. '

'But, Major Tracy, you are giving us a shocking idea of the morals in theService, ' said one lady. 

He shrugged his shoulders. 'I grant you, on the whole, they are betterthan they were, but the Service is no place for highly strung boys likethis one. The rougher, harder natures get on best. When they get older, and have sense and strength enough to stick to their principles, then letthem enlist. '

'But I have always heard, ' said Mrs. Graham, 'that the drummer boys arewell looked after now. They have a room to themselves, and the chaplainshave classes for them. '

'That may be. I would only ask you to watch a boy, as I have, from thestart, and see what kind of a man he grows into after having spent mostof his early youth in the Service. There are exceptions, I know, butprecious few, as far as my experience goes. '

Teddy did not understand this conversation, but he gathered from themajor's tone that he did not approve of him. 

'Do you think I'm too small to be a soldier?' he asked. 

The major laughed. 'Don't bother your head about your size, ' he said;'you'll grow, and there's plenty of time before you. '

'I don't want to be a drummer, ' said Teddy earnestly; 'I'd rather waitand be a proper soldier--a soldier that fights. '

'A capital decision--stick to it, little chap, and you have my heartyapproval. '

'You have your father's blood in your veins, ' said the colonel, laughing;'meanwhile, I suppose you try your hand on the village boys, to contentyour fighting propensities. '

'No, ' said Teddy, a grave look coming into his sunny blue eyes. 'I don'tfight with anybody but Ipse now; he keeps me always busy. '

'Who is Ipse?' asked Mrs. Graham. 

'He's my own enemy; Mr. Upton told me about him. You see, I belong toGod's army. He takes very little soldiers. I've been enlisted for monthsand months, and Ipse is just another part of me--the bad part!'

There was silence on the little company for a minute, then Major Tracysaid with a laugh, 'What an original little oddity it is!--quite acharacter!'

And then Teddy was dismissed. He flew down the avenue home as fast as hecould go. Snow was falling, but he heeded it not, and burst into thekitchen a little later in a breathless state of excitement. 

His mother knew already, so was prepared for his news, but she was notprepared for the handsome adornment now on her boy's coat, and hisgrandmother and uncle were equally pleased and gratified at thecolonel's kindness. 

Teddy's prayer of thanksgiving that night touched his mother greatly. 

'O God, I do thank You. I knew You would answer me, for You knew howdreadful it was to live without my button, and You knew how unhappymy heart was about it, though I tried to be brave, and not talk aboutit. Please, do help me to take great care of it, and never let melose it again!'

The next morning before breakfast, Teddy ran off to tell Nancy, and toshow her the long-lost treasure. She was quite as delighted as he was, but said, a few minutes after, 'Button-boy, do you remember telling meyou couldn't live without your-button? You said you'd pine away and die. '

'Yes, I thought I should; but as soon as I began to pray about it I knewit was coming back, and so I got better. '

'Well, ' said Nancy with a sigh, 'I won't ever try to get your buttonagain; but if you were to die before me, I wonder if you would let mehave it then? I would take great care of it. '

'I meant it to be buried with me, ' said Teddy, considering, 'but I don'tmind altering my mind about it, and if you promise not to give it to anyone else, I will let you have it. '

'I promise truly, ' vowed Nancy, 'and I told you I wouldn't love you tillyou gave it to me, but I will now, because I'm trying to be good!'

'And we'll always remember that soldiers and sailors are just as good aseach other--they're quite even!'

'Yes, ' nodded Nancy; 'sailors and soldiers are quite even, and my fatheris just as good as your father was!'

Teddy looked a little bit doubtful at this, but wisely refrained frommaking any objection to the assertion; and then they parted, Nancycalling out after him, --

'And when you die, and I get the button, I shall wear it as a brooch!'

'Mother, ' said Teddy, a few days after this, as she was paying him herusual 'good-night' visit, 'it's a very funny thing; but do you know, Iused to wish for an enemy so much, to fight and carry on with, and nowI've got one, and have Ipse to fight with, I'm getting rather tired ofhim. Is that wicked? I asked Mr. Upton to-day if I couldn't ever get ridof Ipse--I mean when I am grown up, but he said I never shouldaltogether, but that I could keep him well under, so that he wouldn'ttrouble me so. He does trouble me a lot now'

'Soldiers must never get tired of fighting, sonny, and you have yourCaptain to help you. '

'Yes; and I suppose when I get bigger and stronger it will be mucheasier, won't it? Mother, do you have any fighting? Have you got anenemy like me?'

'Yes, indeed I have, my boy. '

'But you're never beaten, are you? You never do anything wrong!'

'I don't get into mischief, and disobey orders, perhaps, ' Mrs. Johnsaid, smiling; 'but I have lots of difficulties and temptations thatyou know little about, sonny, and I am afraid I very often get beatenby the enemy. '

Teddy pondered over this. 'When I get to heaven I shan't have to fightwith Ipse, shall I?'

'No, darling; there will be no fighting with sin there. '

Teddy smiled. 'Perhaps my Captain will think I've been nearly as brave asfather if I fight Ipse hard till I die. '

'There is a verse in the Bible that says, "He that ruleth his spirit isbetter than he that taketh a city. " Mother would rather have her littleson fight God's battles than be the bravest soldier in the Queen's army. '

'But, ' said Teddy, 'I mean to do both; and now, mother, just before I goto sleep, give me father's button to kiss!'

FINIS.