Half unconsciously, she hummed the line to herself. Phil gave her a quick glance of understanding.
"Well, Phil?" she asked, rousing herself from her reverie.
"Nothing, only I guess I know what you were thinking about." And he took up the air where she had dropped it.
"Yes, Phil; that was it, and I was feeling so happy as I looked around at my boys, and saw what a good, faithful fight they have been making."
"What is it?" asked Ted curiously.
"Only a little watchword between Fred and Phil and me," answered Bess. Then with a smile of invitation she added, "We have formed ourselves into a little army of three, to fight for the 'victor's crown of gold.' Will you join it?
"I don't think I understand quite," said Bert slowly.
Bess repeated the verse to them, and then went on,—
"All is, we boys want to be as true and brave and unselfish from day to day as we can possibly be, so that at the end of the years, as we look back over the little battles we have fought all through our lives, we can feel that we have conquered in them, and have won our right to the crown. Not all of us will have the power or the opportunity for one grand fight and unselfish victory like Sam's, the day he went into the fire to save our Fred; but, after all, it is the way we meet the every-day cares and troubles, the little petty ones, such as we every one of us have, that shows our heroism as much as the greater ones. If we study a lesson when we should prefer to be playing ball, or do as our fathers and mothers wish, and do it cheerfully and pleasantly, even if it isn't the very thing we choose, or give up some little frolic we have been anticipating, because, by doing that, we can make some one else happy, all these will be so many battles won, and the winning them will give us the crown. What do you think of our army?"
"It's a first-rate one," said Bert heartily, while Teddy pensively added,—