But the Colonel shut his eyes, and said, "Thank-you, my dear boy, thank-you. Some day I want to hear all about it—not just now though. Twuth is I've had wather a shock. So've you, my poor boy. So've we all. Only p'w'aps it's worse for you and my little Marwy than for the others."
And he opened his eyes a bit, and said, "Have you got into Cosy Cottage yet, you and Baby?"
So Tiny cheered up and answered, "Yes, Sir. We settled in last night, as jolly as can be. Baby sings all the time she's so happy."
Then the Colonel nodded to and fro, murmuring,
"Ah, my poor boy! my poor Baby!—bad, bad, bad."
Then he wiped his eyes, and picked up a blue writing that was lying on the bed, and handed it Tiny, saying,
"It's all in there, my poor boy—all in there. Wead it yourself. I wouldn't have it otherwise for the world. Still it's wather a shock—that's all: especially for you and my little Marwy."
Then Tiny took the writing to the dusty sunbeam that lit the loft through a crack in the thatch.
And the writing was in a great blob hand that Tiny knew well; and it went,
Move to-day, u and the Redgement, and any more u like, to another Fort if u can find one. Why? Because I order you—I am