"Have you been a naughty boy, Rob, and has old Hal been thrashing
you? Have you been skylarking on the top of the greenhouse, and smashed
through on Hal's pate?"
"I should like to speak to Master Roy, alone," said Rob, a little
wistfully; in no way disturbed by Dudley's teasing.
"Oh, it's one of your secrets again. I'll be off, Roy, I want to see old
Principle!"
And Dudley dashed out of the room, whilst Rob came nearer and began his
"business."
"Master Roy, I've been thinking a lot lately, and Miss Bertram asked me
the other day if I'd like any other job for the winter as there's hardly
enough work for me in the garden now. And yesterday I saw a chap in the
village I used to know. He's a recruiting sergeant for the ----shire
regiment, and he wants me to enlist straight away. I wouldn't have given
it a thought only what you said about serving the Queen has stuck to me,
and it does seem a chance, and somehow that song has been in my head
ever since I heard Miss Bertram sing it. I'd like to be in a regiment."
Rob paused for breath, and Roy's eyes were wide open with wonder and
astonishment.
"But, Rob, you aren't old enough to be a soldier yet!"
"I'm just the age--they take them at eighteen, and I was that the other
day, only I don't look it.
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