‘Kiss me too,’ said His Majesty the King dreamily. ‘You isn’t vevy angwy, is you?’
The fever burned itself out, and His Majesty the King slept.
When he waked, it was in a new world—peopled by his father and mother as well as Miss Biddums; and there was much love in that world and no morsel of fear, and more petting than was good for several little boys. His Majesty the King was too young to moralise on the uncertainty of things human, or he would have been impressed with the singular advantages of crime—ay, black sin. Behold, he had stolen the ‘’parkle cwown,’ and his reward was Love, and the right to play in the waste-paper basket under the table ‘for always.’
He trotted over to spend an afternoon with Patsie, and the Commissioner’s wife would have kissed him. ‘No, not vere,’ said His Majesty the King, with superb insolence, fencing one corner of his mouth with his hand. ‘Vat’s my Mamma’s place—vere she kisses me.’
‘Oh!’ said the Commissioner’s wife briefly. Then to herself: ‘Well, I suppose I ought to be glad for his sake. Children are selfish little grubs and—I’ve got my Patsie.’
THE DRUMS OF THE FORE AND AFT
In the Army List they still stand as ‘The Fore and Fit Princess Hohenzollern-Sigmaringen-Auspach’s Merthyr-Tydfilshire Own Royal Loyal Light Infantry, Regimental District 329A,’ but the Army through all its barracks and canteens knows them now as the ‘Fore and Aft.’ They may in time do something that shall make their new title honourable, but at present they are bitterly ashamed, and the man who calls them ‘Fore and Aft’ does so at the risk of the head which is on his shoulders.
Two words breathed into the stables of a certain Cavalry Regiment will bring the men out into the streets with belts and mops and bad language; but a whisper of ‘Fore and Aft’ will bring out this regiment with rifles.
Their one excuse is that they came again and did their best to finish the job in style. But for a time all their world knows that they were openly beaten, whipped, dumb-cowed, shaking, and afraid. The men know it; their officers know it; the Horse Guards know it, and when the next war comes the enemy will know it also. There are two or three regiments of the Line that have a black mark against their names which they will then wipe out; and it will be excessively inconvenient for the troops upon whom they do their wiping.