"You're still alive, Sharlee! Any luck?"
"The finest in the world, darling! Twenty dollars in the hand and a remunerative job for him in the bush."
Fifi did a few steps of a minuet. "Hooray!" said she in her weak little voice.
Sharlee put her arms around the child's neck and said in her ear: "Fifi, be very gentle with that young man. He's the most pitiful little creature I ever saw."
"Why," said Fifi, "I don't think he feels that way at all—"
"Don't you see that's just what makes him so infinitely pathetic? He's the saddest little man in the world, and it has never dawned on him."
It was not till some hours later, when she was making ready for bed in her own room, that it occurred to Sharlee that there was something odd in this advice to her little cousin. For she had started out with the intention to tell Mr. Queed that he must be very gentle with Fifi.
IV
Relating how Two Stars in their Courses fought for Mr. Queed; and how he accepted Remunerative Employment under Colonel Cowles, the Military Political Economist.