Master and Maid

Were an angel from heaven to descend and become headmaster of a large public school he would find plenty of adverse critics, and these were by no means l

"Oh, do, you can have my seat for a bit. You might do some legs; they run over so, somehow, with me."Lallie sat down in front of Prue's picture, which was an elaborate Graphic illustration of the "Relief of Ladysmith.""I'm sure Sir George White's tunic was not pink," Lallie objected. "They wore khaki, you know.""I don't like khaki; it's the colour of mustard, an' I hate mustard; my new sash is pink, an' I like pink. My soldiers wear pink; you may paint their legs khaki if you like.""It looks very stormy overhead," Lallie remarked. "Was there a thunderstorm at the Relief of Ladysmith?""My uncle was there," said Pris, as though that accounted for it."I'll leave you for a few minutes while I write a note," said Mrs. Wentworth. "Take care of this young lady; be very kind to her. She has come to stay with Mr. Bevan, and she'll come and see you often if you are good."The moment the door closed behind their mother, regardless of the protests of their nurse, who was sewing at the window, the children crowded round Lallie, and all three tried to sit upon her at once."Are you quite a grown-up lady?" asked Pris doubtfully."No," said Lallie, "I'm a little girl----""You're a bit bigger than me," Prue granted somewhat grudgingly, "but I thought you weren't quite grown-up. Punch is only four.""I'm a very old four," Punch maintained."Do you think," asked Prue, "that you could tell us a story?""Do I not?" Lallie answered, and in another minute she had the children absorbed in the legend of that "quiet, decent man, Andrew Coffy"; so that when her