a veteran battalion to any army on earth! You are an aid, an honour, and an inspiration to your country, Miss de Contrecoeur, and I shall take care that His Excellency receives a copy of these same verses — — ”

“Oh, Major Parr!” she protested in dismay. “I should perish with shame if His Excellency were to be so beset by every sorry scribbler.”

“A copy for His Excellency! Hurrah!” cried Captain Simpson. “Who volunteers?”

“I will make it,” said I, with jealous authority.

“And I will aid you with quill, sand, and paper,” said Lana. “Come with me, Euan.”

Lois, who had at first smiled at