"Marines wear scarlet.

I daresay they're red." "Should you open the box if you were me ?" "Well, no," said Bigley; "perhaps not.

He didn't tell us to.

But oh, how I should like to take the paper off one of these pistols!" "So should I," was my reply, with a longing look at the array of quaint-looking parcels; "but we mustn't do that, though I do feel as if I could do it up again just as neatly." "No; don't try," cried Bigley.

"Let 'em be.