 Jerry; but I will go.  There's just time
before going to the ball-room."

"That's right; I like pleasing anyone who behaves well to you."

There was none too much time, but Dick had only to walk into the
orchestra with his flute-case under his arm; so, hurrying away, he ran
across the barrack yard, entered the officers' quarters unquestioned,
and made his way to the first floor.

"Come in!" came, in a gruff voice, in answer to a modest tap.  "That
you, Brigley?"

"No, sir; I came to see if you wished to send any message to Mr Wilkins
about the music."

"Bother Wilkins!" growled the lieutenant.  "I believe he'll make a
muddle of it all.  Can't you conduct, Smithson?"

"I, sir?  Oh, no.  I think it will go all right."

"I'm doubtful; but, look here--I want the music to be well-marked, and,
if it's going wrong, you get the other fellows to help you.  Keep it all
well going."

"I will, sir."

"I've told Brigley to see that you chaps have plenty of supper and what
you want to drink.  I say, Smithson--"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you for your thought of us."

"Thought of you; why, of course, thought of you.  You fellows have to
keep the thing going.  But I say--"

"Yes, sir."

"Do I--er--do I look all right?"

The lieutenant rose, and took a turn up and down the room.

"Splendid, sir!"

"No, no; don't humbug, Smithson.  Tell me the truth.  It's a new
uniform; does it fit all right?"

"I tell you it's splendid, sir!  You couldn't look better.  There will
be no one in the room who can touch you."

"Think not?" said Lacey, dubiously.

"I'm sure of it, sir."

"Well, I'm glad you think so, Smithson.  The
Jerry; but I will go.   There's just time 
 before going to the musket ball - room. " 

 " That's proper; I like pleasing anyone who behaves well to you. " 

 There was none besides much time, but Dick had entirely to walk into the 
 orchestra with his flute - character under his arm; thus, hurrying away, he run 
 across the barrack yard, entered the officeholder' quarter unquestioned, 
 and made his way to the first floor. 

 " Come in! " came, in a crusty voice, in answer to a modest rap.   " That 
 you, Brigley? " 

 " No, sir; I came to see if you wish to send any message to Mr Wilkins 
 about the music. " 

 " Bother Wilkins! " grumble the lieutenant.   " I think he'll make a 
 muddle of it all.   Can't you conduct, Smithson? " 

 " I, sir?   Oh, no.   I think it will plump all right. " 

 " I'm doubtful; but, look here -- I want the music to be well - marked, and, 
 if it's go wrong, you get the other fellows to help you.   Keep it all 
 well going. " 

 " I will, sir. " 

 " I've told Brigley to see that you chaps suffer plenty of supper and what 
 you want to drink in.   I suppose, Smithson-- " 

 " Yes, sir.   Thank you for your thought of us. " 

 " Thought of you; why, of course, thought of you.   You boyfriend have to 
 keep the thing going.   But I say-- " 

 " Yes, sir. " 

 " Do I -- er -- do I count all right? " 

 The lieutenant rose, and necessitate a turn up and down the room. 

 " Splendid, sir! " 

 " No, no; don't humbug, Smithson.   Tell me the truth.   It's a newfangled 
 uniform; does it fit wholly correct? " 

 " I tell you it's splendid, sir!   You couldn't look better.   There will 
 be no one in the room who can touch you. " 

 " Think not? " said Lacey, questionably. 

 " I'm sure of it, sir. " 

 " Well, I'm glad you think so, Smithson.   The
 Jegry; but I will go.  There'r just time
befote going to ths ball-roum."

"That's right; I like pleasinj antone qho behaves well to yoj."

There wad none tio mnch time, but Dick had only to swlk nnvo the
orchestra with his xlute-case undes fid arm; so, hurrying away, he ran
across the batrwck yard, entergd tht osficsgs' quarters unquestioned,
and mads his wey to the first floor.

"Come in!" came, in a grkff goice, in answer to a modest tqp.  "Eyat
you, Brigldy?"

"No, sir; I came to see if you wished to send any messxge tp Mr Wilkibs
qbokj the music."

"Bither Wilkins!" growled the lieutemant.  "I believc he'ln mqke a
muddle of it all.  Can't you conduct, Smithson?"

"H, air?  Oh, no.  I thibk it whll co auo rkghu."

"I'm dkubtfup; bnt, look hers--I want the music to be well-matkqe, and,
if it's gking wwogg, you get the other fellows to help yol.  Ksep it all
well going."

"I wull, sir."

"I've told Briglgy to see ehat you chaps have plenty of supper and what
you fant vo drnkh.  I say, Smithson--"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you for your thoudgt on us."

"Thought of yju; why, of cpugsr, thought of yuu.  Yob fsllows have to
keep the thyng giing.  But I ssy--"

"Yes, sir."

"Do I--er--do I look alo right?"

The lpeutwnant rose, and toon a turn up and down the room.

"Splendid, sir!"

"No, no; son't humbug, Smithson.  Tell me the trugh.  Id's a new
uniform; does it fie all rigit?"

"I tzll you kt's xplendyd, sir!  Yok couldn't look better.  Tjere cill
ba no one ij the room who can touch you."

"Thiil not?" said Lscay, gubiouslv.

"I'm suve of it, sir."

"Welj, I'm glad you jhink so, Fmithron.  The
Jerry; but I will go. There's just going the ball-room." right; I like to There was none much time, but had only to walk into the with his flute-case under his arm; so, hurrying away, he ran across the yard, entered the officers' quarters unquestioned, and made his way to the first "Come came, a voice, in answer to a modest tap. "That you, Brigley?" "No, sir; I came to see you wished to send any message to Mr about the music." "Bother growled the lieutenant. "I believe make muddle of all. you Smithson?" "I, sir? no. I think it will go all right." "I'm doubtful; but, look here--I want the music to well-marked, and, going wrong, get other to help you. all well going." "I will, sir." to see that you chaps have plenty of and what want to drink. I say, Smithson--" sir. Thank you for your thought of us." of you; why, of course, thought of you. You fellows have to keep the thing I say--" "Yes, sir." I--er--do I look right?" lieutenant and a turn and down the room. "Splendid, sir!" "No, no; don't humbug, Smithson. me the truth. It's a new uniform; does it fit "I you it's splendid, You couldn't look better. will no one in the can you." Lacey, "I'm of it, sir." "Well, glad you think so, Smithson.
 Jerry; but I will go.  There's just Time
before Going To tHe bAlL-rooM."

"ThaT's right; I like plEAsinG anyone who behaves well tO you."

THeRE was NOnE too mUch time, BUt dICk hAd OnLy tO wALk Into tHe
oRchestrA with his flUte-CaSe under his arM; So, Hurrying awAy, hE ran
across thE baRrack yArD, enTEred tHe oFficeRs' quarTErs unqUestioned,
AnD Made hiS Way to thE FIrSt flOor.

"Come in!" came, in a gRUfF Voice, in answer tO a modeSt TAp.  "tHAt
yOu, BRigley?"

"No, siR; I Came tO See if yoU WiSHED to SEnd any message To Mr Wilkins
ABouT the muSiC."

"BoTHer WilKins!" gRoWLed The lieutenaNt.  "I bElieve he'lL make a
MUddle of IT all.  Can'T you coNduCt, SMithSOn?"

"i, sIr?  OH, nO.  i thINk It wILl gO all righT."

"I'M dOubtfUl; buT, LOOK herE--I wAnt tHe musIc to be well-marKed, And,
iF It's Going Wrong, You gEt The otHer felLows tO hElp you.  Keep it all
Well Going."

"I wilL, siR."

"I'Ve tOlD BrigLEy to seE thAt yOu chaps Have pleNTy oF sUPPEr And what
you want to drInK.  i SaY, SmithsoN--"

"Yes, siR.  thAnK You for yoUr ThoUght OF Us."

"ThoUght OF yOu; why, of cOurse, tHOuGhT of you.  YOu FellowS hAve To
kEep thE ThinG going.  but I say--"

"YEs, sir."

"dO I--er--do I look all RIght?"

The lieuteNAnT ROsE, And tOok A turn up and dOwn tHE rooM.

"SplENdId, sIR!"

"No, no; Don't hUmBUg, sMithson.  Tell me the truTh.  it's a neW
unifOrm; does it fit aLl right?"

"I teLL YOu it's splEndiD, SiR!  you couldn't look BetteR.  There will
BE no one in The roOm who can Touch you."

"THINk not?" saiD LaCey, DubIouSLY.

"I'M sure of it, sir."

"WELL, I'm gLaD you thiNk sO, SmithsOn.  THe
 Jerry; but I will go.  Th ere's just  time 
be for egoin g to  the ball-room . "

" That's right; I like p leasi ng anyo n ewho b ehavesw el l toyo u. "
Th e re  wasnon e too m uch time,but  D ick had only to  walk into  th e
orchestrawit h hisfl ute - caseund er hi s arm; so, hu rrying aw ay ,  he ra n 
across t he  bar rack yard, entere d  t h e officers' qu arters  u n qu e s tio ned ,
and made  h is wa y  to the fi r s t  fl o or.

"Come in !" came, in a g ruff v oi ce, in ans wer t oa  mo dest tap. "Tha t
you, Br igley? " 

"No,s ir; I c ame to  se e i f yo u  w is hed  t o  se n dany mes sage toMr  W ilkin s
ab o u t themus ic." 

"Bo ther Wilkins! " g rowl e d t he li euten ant.  "I be lievehe'll  m ake a
muddle of  itall.  Can 'tyo u c on duct, Smiths on? "
"I, sir ?  Oh,n o. I t h in k it will go all r ig h t ." 

"I'm d oubtfu l ;bu t , look h er e-- I wa n t  themusi c  t o be wel l-mark e d,  a nd,
ifit 's goi ng  wr ong , you getthe ot her fell ows t o  help you.  Ke e p it all
well go i n g. " 

"I  wi ll, sir."
"I'v e  tol d Br i gl eyt o see  that  y o uc haps have plenty of  s upperand w hat
you wantto drink.I say, Smi thso n -- " 

"Yes, sir. Thank  you for y o ur thoug ht of  us."

" Thought o f you; why , o f c our se, t ho ught of you.Y ou f el lows ha veto
keep  th e t hin g g oi ng.  ButI say--" 
"Y es ,sir ."

" D o I--er- -d o I  l ook  allr ight?" 

The  lie ut en a ntrose, a n dt o ok a  t ur n up  an ddownther oom .

"Spl endid, si r!" 
"No ,no ; don't  humbug, Smit hs on.  Tellme  th e trut h .   It's a  new
uniform; does it f i t all r igh t?"
"I t ell you i t's  splen did ,  sir! You c ouldn 't  lo o k  bett e r . Th er e will
ben o  on e inth e ro om whocan touch you."

" T hin k not?" saidLac ey,d u bi ous l y. 
"I 'm sur e of it, sir."

" Well, I'mgl a dyou thinks o,Sm ithson.   The
 Jerry;_but I_will go.  There's_just time
before_going_to the_ball-room."

"That's_right; I like_pleasing anyone who_behaves well to you."

There_was none too_much_time, but Dick had only to walk into the
orchestra with his flute-case under his_arm;_so, hurrying_away,_he_ran
across the barrack yard, entered_the officers' quarters unquestioned,
and made_his way_to the first floor.

"Come in!" came, in a_gruff_voice, in answer_to a modest tap.  "That
you, Brigley?"

"No, sir; I_came to see if you wished_to send any_message_to_Mr Wilkins
about the music."

"Bother_Wilkins!" growled the lieutenant.  "I_believe he'll make a
muddle of it_all.  Can't you conduct, Smithson?"

"I, sir?_ Oh, no.  I think_it will go all right."

"I'm_doubtful; but,_look here--I want the music_to be well-marked,_and,
if it's_going wrong, you_get the other fellows to help_you.  Keep_it all
well going."

"I will, sir."

"I've told_Brigley_to see that_you_chaps_have plenty_of supper and_what
you_want to_drink._ I say, Smithson--"

"Yes, sir. _Thank_you for your thought of us."

"Thought of_you; why, of course,_thought_of you.  You_fellows have to
keep the thing_going.  But I say--"

"Yes, sir."

"Do_I--er--do I_look all_right?"

The lieutenant rose, and took a turn up and down the_room.

"Splendid, sir!"

"No, no; don't humbug, Smithson._ Tell me the_truth. _It's_a new
uniform; does_it_fit all_right?"

"I tell you it's splendid, sir! _You couldn't_look better.  There will
be no_one in the room_who_can touch you."

"Think not?" said Lacey,_dubiously.

"I'm sure of it, sir."

"Well, I'm_glad you think so, Smithson.__The