Then he dragged himself away, and went downstairs, and did the lamp and the knife, which was always his little job.
And when he had finished that, he walked to the parlour, rather proud because of Captain in that Army, rather cold because of sore thumb and no real sympathy, and rather shy because of his redcoat, and Baby inside waiting to tease.
So he came to the door.
And when Baby saw Tiny in his redcoat, very tall, and jolly little curls all over, she thought,
"How most beautiful!" Only she didn't say for fear of bad for Tiny, because she knew about the glass, for she had peeped.
Instead she played with his medals, and tapped him under the chin, and said,
"How most booful!" which was much better for Tiny.
Then Tiny went sulky-shy and pulled away.
And when Baby saw that she left it, and went back to the window to watch a little figure creeping across the Common towards the Cottage.
But directly her back was turned, Tiny bent and looked at himself some more in the shiny tea-thing; and that pleased Tiny, so that he smiled. And the more he looked the more he was pleased. And the more he was pleased the more he smiled. And the more he smiled the more he thought how very jolly, and what teeth!