'A soldier's blanket, sir,' was the answer.
'Whose blanket?' he asked, raising himself on his elbow.
'Only one of the men's.'
'Which of the men does it belong to?' he asked again.
'To Duncan Roy of the 42nd.'
'Then see that Duncan Roy gets his blanket this very night.'
MAY DAY.
A long time ago a great many strange things used to happen on May Day. It used to be the jolliest day in the year; boys and girls used to be very happy looking forward to it, and as the day drew near, very busy in getting ready for the festival that took place.
I expect you have all heard of the May Queen. The prettiest little girl in the village was chosen 'Queen' by her companions. She was crowned with flowers, and sat on a throne in an arbour, while all the other children used to treat her just as if she were a real queen. In the evening they used to have a Maypole dance, while the little queen sat and watched them.