And when Baby saw that she trembled and whispered,
"I say, Tiny!" because she loved it so.
But round the corner the Commander-in-Chief waited at the Castle-window.
And when he saw them drive up he smiled.
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Then as they got down, all of a sudden a merry little voice from the boot-hole began to sing,
"I'm Master Mischeevous,
My conduct's so grievous,
They've bottled me tight
In a hole—O!
But I laugh—ha! ha! ha!
And I sing—tra-la-la!
For they never can bottle
My soul—O!"
Then Baby clutched Tiny's arm, and whispered,
"Who?"
But Tiny only put his finger to his lips, and led round to the back on his toes. And there he unlocked the door of the boot-hole, and whispered,