Elsie Yachting with the Raymonds. Finley Martha

you have enough to learn, my boy, without that."

      "A good father is a great blessing, Max, as I have found in my own experience," said Mr. Keith.

      But the roll of the drums began again, now playing "Pease upon a Trencher;" again the ranks were formed, rolls called; the sergeants marched their companies to the colour line, officers took their stations; first captain ordered attention, swung the battalion into column of platoons to the left, ordered "Forward, guide right, march!" and away they went, to the stirring music of the fifes and drums, away across the plain till the main road was reached, down the shaded lane between the old "Academic" and the chapel, past the new quarters, and the grassy terrace beyond. Then each platoon wheeled in succession to the right, mounted the broad stone steps, and disappeared beneath the portals of the mess hall.

      Our party, who had followed at so slight a distance as to be able to keep the cadets in sight to the door of entrance, did not attempt to look in upon them at their meal, but hurried on to the hotel to give attention to their own breakfasts, – the keen morning air and the exercise of walking having bestowed upon each one an excellent appetite.

      Max and Lulu were very eager to "get back in time to see everything," as they expressed it, so began eating in great haste.

      Their father gently admonished them to be more deliberate.

      "You must not forget," he said, "that food must be thoroughly masticated in order to digest properly; and those who indulge in eating at such a rapid rate will be very likely soon to suffer from indigestion."

      "And we may as well take our time," added Mr. Keith, "for it will be an hour or more before anything of special interest will be going on among the cadets."

      "What do they do next, sir?" asked Max.

      "Morning drill, which is not very interesting, comes next; then the tents are put in order."

      "That must take a good while," remarked Lulu.

      "From three to five minutes, perhaps."

      "Oh!" she cried in surprise; "how can they do it so quickly? I'm sure I couldn't put my room at home in good order in less than ten minutes."

      "But, then, you're not a boy, you know," laughed Max.

      "I'm quite as smart as if I were," she returned promptly. "Isn't that so, Papa?"

      "I have known some boys who were not particularly bright," he answered, with an amused look. "Perhaps you might compare quite favourably with them."

      "Oh, Papa!" she exclaimed; "is that the best you can say about me?"

      "I can say that my daughter seems to me to have as much brain as my son, and of as good quality," he replied kindly, refilling her plate as he spoke; "and I very much doubt his ability to put a room in order more rapidly than she can, and at the same time equally well," he concluded.

      "Well, it's a sort of womanish work anyhow, – isn't it, Papa?" queried Max, giving Lulu another laughing look.

      "I don't see it so," replied his father. "I would be sorry to admit, or to think, that women have a monopoly of the good qualities of order and cleanliness."

      "I, too, sir," said Max; "and I'm quite resolved to do my father credit in that line as well as others, at the academy and elsewhere."

      "Are we going at once, Papa?" Lulu asked as they left the table.

      "No; but probably in ten or fifteen minutes. Can you wait so long as that?" he asked, with a humorous smile, and softly smoothing her hair as she stood by his side.

      "Oh, yes, sir!" she answered brightly. "I hope I'm not quite so impatient as I used to be; and I feel quite sure you'll not let Max or me miss anything very interesting or important."

      "Not if I can well help it, daughter," he said. "I want you and Max to see and hear all that I think will be instructive, or give you pleasure."

      A few moments later they set out; and they had just reached the grove up by the guard-tents, and seated themselves comfortably, when the drum tapped for morning parade, and the cadets were seen issuing from their tents, buttoned to the throat in faultlessly fitting uniforms, their collars, cuffs, gloves, belts, and trousers of spotless white, their rifles, and every bit of metal about them gleaming with polish.

      "How fine the fellows do look, Lu!" remarked Max, in an undertone.

      "Yes," she replied; "they couldn't be neater if they were girls."

      "No, I should think not," he returned, with a laugh. "Oh, see! yonder comes the band. Now we'll soon have some music."

      "And there come some officers," said Lulu; and as she spoke the sentry on No. 1 rattled his piece, with a shout that re-echoed from the hills, "Turn out the guard, Commandant of Cadets!" and instantly the members of the guard were seen hastily to snatch their rifles from the racks, form ranks, and present arms.

      "Oh, Maxie, isn't that fine!" whispered Lulu, ecstatically. "Wouldn't you like to be that officer?"

      "I'd ten times rather be captain of a good ship," returned Max.

      "I believe I'd rather be in the navy, too, if I were a boy," she said; "but I'd like the army next best."

      "Yes, so would I."

      But the drum again tapped sharply, the cadets in each street resolved themselves into two long parallel lines, elbow to elbow, and at the last tap faced suddenly outward, while the glistening rifles sprang up to "support arms;" every first sergeant called off his roll, every man as he answered to his name snapping down his piece to the "carry" and "order."

      That done, the sergeant faced his captain, saluting in soldierly fashion, and took his post; the captain whipped out his shining sword; the lieutenants stepped to their posts.

      "This is the morning inspection," Mr. Keith said in reply to an inquiring look from Max and Lulu.

      "Are they very particular, sir?" queried Max.

      "Very; should a speck of rust be found on a cadet's rifle, a single button missing from his clothing, or unfastened, a spot on his trousers, a rip or tear in his gloves, or dust on his shoes, it is likely to be noted on the company delinquency-book to-day, and published to the battalion to-morrow evening."