"When she took me — and accepted of the ring — she 'listed under me and the children — heart and head, for life. She's that earnest," says Mr. Bagnet, "and true to her colours — that, touch us with a finger — and she turns out — and stands to her arms. If the old girl fires wide — once in a way — at the call of duty — look over it, George. For she's loyal!"

"Why, bless her, Mat," returns the trooper, "I think the higher of her for it!"

"You are right!" says Mr. Bagnet with the warmest enthusiasm, though without relaxing the rigidity of a single muscle. "Think as high of the old girl — as the rock of Gibraltar — and still you'll be thinking low — of such merits.