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“
But
—
but
that
’
s
what
they
’
re
THERE
for
,
”
I
protested
,
aghast
.
“
I
don
’
t
care
,
”
she
insisted
.
“
They
mustn
’
t
do
it
.
They
can
walk
about
behind
me
if
they
like
,
and
talk
to
me
,
and
carry
things
.
But
they
mustn
’
t
fire
off
any
guns
.
”
I
was
sadly
conscious
by
this
time
that
in
this
brave
palace
of
mine
,
wherein
I
was
wont
to
swagger
daily
,
irresponsible
and
unquestioned
,
I
was
rapidly
becoming
—
so
to
speak
—
a
mere
lodger
.
The
idea
of
my
fine
big
soldiers
being
told
off
to
“
carry
things
”
!
I
was
not
inclined
to
tell
her
any
more
,
though
there
still
remained
plenty
more
to
tell
.
“
Any
other
boys
there
?
”
she
asked
presently
,
in
a
casual
sort
of
way
.
“
Oh
yes
,
”
I
unguardedly
replied
.
“
Nice
chaps
,
too
.
We
’
ll
have
great
—
”
Then
I
recollected
myself
.
“
We
’
ll
play
with
them
,
of
course
,
”
I
went
on
.
“
But
you
are
going
to
be
MY
friend
,
aren
’
t
you
?
And
you
’
ll
come
in
my
boat
,
and
we
’
ll
travel
in
the
guard
’
s
van
together
,
and
I
’
ll
stop
the
soldiers
firing
off
their
guns
!
”
But
she
looked
mischievously
away
,
and
—
do
what
I
would
—
I
could
not
get
her
to
promise
.
Just
then
the
striking
of
the
village
clock
awoke
within
me
another
clamorous
timepiece
,
reminding
me
of
mid
-
day
mutton
a
good
half
-
mile
away
,
and
of
penalties
and
curtailments
attaching
to
a
late
appearance
.
We
took
a
hurried
farewell
of
each
other
,
and
before
we
parted
I
got
from
her
an
admission
that
she
might
be
gardening
again
that
afternoon
,
if
only
the
worms
would
be
less
aggressive
and
give
her
a
chance
.
“
Remember
,
”
I
said
as
I
turned
to
go
,
“
you
mustn
’
t
tell
anybody
about
what
I
’
ve
been
telling
you
!
”
