"It's the best song out," he shouted.
Roy's face shone as Miss Bertram's sweet voice rang out triumphantly.
—"'the fight was won, and the regiment saved
By those two little dots in red!'"
"Oh, how I wish I could be a soldier!" was the muttered exclamation of Roy, "I shall never be able to serve the Queen now!"
"Nonsense," said Miss Bertram, briskly; "granny would tell you 'that all the Bertrams have always served the Queen, and only a few of them have been soldiers!'"
"Well, I suppose they have been sailors?" said Dudley.
"Not at all; we have only had one admiral, and three naval captains in our family during the last hundred years. Your father, Dudley, served the Queen as a governor in India quite as well as if he were fighting for her. Roy's father was her servant in Canada, though he had to do with politics; your uncle James served as a member of Parliament. The Queen has numbers of servants. I always think policemen are quite as brave as soldiers!"
"And what can a one-legged Bertram do?" Roy asked, with a pathetic smile that went straight to his aunt's heart.
"There's no reason why he shouldn't go into Parliament, and perhaps end by being a member of the cabinet."