You get a thword, too, and we'll fight every day.Yeth.All day long----" "Good morning, Sir," said Nurse Beaton, bustling into the verandah from the nursery.

"He's as mad as ever on swords and fighting, you see.

It's a soldier he'll be, the lamb.

He's taken to making that black orderly pull out his sword when he's in uniform.

Makes him wave and jab it about.