and said solemnly: "A last bumper, gentlemen,--'To the dead who died for
England!'"




CHAPTER III.


"Indeed, my dear, you must take it. You certainly have caught cold; you
sneezed three times together."

"Yes, ma'am, because I would take a pinch of Uncle Roland's snuff, just
to say that I had taken a pinch out of his box,--the honor of the thing,
you know."

"Ah, my dear! what was that very clever remark you made at the same
time, which so pleased your father,--something about Jews and the
college?"

"Jews and--oh! pulverem Olgmpicum collegisse juvat, my dear mother,--
which means that it is a pleasure to take a pinch out of a brave man's
snuff-box. I say, mother, put down the posset. Yes, I'll take it; I
will, indeed. Now, then, sit here,--that's right,--and tell me all you
know about this famous old Captain. Imprimis, he is older than my
father?"

"To be sure!" exclaimed my mother, indignantly. "He looks twenty years
older; but there is only five years' real difference. Your father must
always look young."