'No.'

'You are quite right to think it over. I would rather you did not decide
too hastily. Go home and think it out. And come and tell me when you
have decided.'

The boy's white brow was crumpled with anxious creases.

'I should like to be one of God's soldiers, but who shall I have to
fight? Any real enemies, or only make believe?'

'I will tell you about your enemies after you have enlisted. I can show
you one very real one that is your worst enemy.'

'Can you? A real live one?'

'A real live one.'

Teddy smiled contentedly.

'Now,' added Mr. Upton, 'I am going to send you home. If you enlist, the
first person you will have to hold up your banner to is that little girl
whom you said you hated. Before you go I want to pray for you. Kneel
down with me.'

The evening sunshine streamed in through the open window, and alighting
on the white hair of the minister and the boy's fair curls, as they knelt
together, bathed them in a golden glory. With closed eyes and folded
hands Teddy listened to Mr. Upton's prayer,--