Then the Junior Subaltern went.
But Tiny, when he saw him coming, only turned his back more than ever, and walked away, very proud and pokery.
Only when he got round the hollyhocks, where Baby couldn't see, all of a sudden he stopped and bumped backwards into the Junior Subaltern. And when Tiny felt the bump, he whispered skew-wise out of the corner of his mouth, very fierce,
"What ye mean by it?"
So the Junior Subaltern answered,
"By what?"
Then Tiny whispered fiercer than ever,
"Don't answer me, Sir! or I'll put you under arrest or something—you ugh!" and he pretended sick over the flower-bed.
But when the Junior Subaltern heard about you ugh! which is pretty well the worst you can say in That Country, and saw what Tiny was pretending over the flower-bed, he turned pale under the pink, and came up close, and whispered,
"May I be so good as to ask you to splain yourself, Sir?"