'Down by the brook; we fell into the water together, because we both wanted to cross at once.'
'But, my boy, that was naughty for you not to give place to her,' and
Mrs. John spoke reprovingly.
'I know it was, mother, but I wasn't going to turn back. That would be running away from the enemy. You see, we met in the middle, and she's not at all a nice girl, and she's so proud and stuck up about the sailors!'
'As proud as you are of the redcoats, I guess!' old Mrs. Platt said.
'Do sailors and soldiers like each other?' questioned Teddy, ignoring the thrust.
'I am sure I don't know,' his mother answered, smiling. 'I have never seen them together that I remember, but I should think they did. They both fight for their queen and country.'
'Well, I'm a soldier's son, and I don't like a sailor's daughter, I know that! I think she is a kind of enemy.'
'Oh, hush! sonny. You must have no enemies. It is wrong to talk so.'
'That's what he was a-sayin' to me t'other day,' put in his uncle slowly; 'he says he wants one.'
'Yes, I do,' and Teddy gave a fervent nod as he spoke; 'and, mother, I believe most good people have enemies, so it must be right to have one.'