The First Canadians in France. F. McKelvey Bell

aside, please!"

      Military discipline came to the rescue. Moe saluted stiffly and stepped back. The little girl gravely handed over the pennies and took back her baby.

      "Any others?" I asked.

      Some of the children declared they had none; a few looked sheepish and hung their heads. I slipped a sixpence into the hand of the little lady.

      "Well, I'll be damned!" exclaimed Moe. "Here's another penny for you," and he handed the bewildered child half a crown.

      A shout of surprise and dismay went up from the other children, who realised too late that they had failed in the test.

      "The drinks are certainly on me!" Moe cried. "About turn!"

      Sometimes when I feel that the world is sordid and mean I go to my trunk and look at those two coins, and I know that somewhere, in a frail little body, beats a generous heart, and I feel that after all part of the world is worth while.

      CHAPTER II

      Reggy was on shore at last. He said he felt much better walking alone up street—more as if he owned the town!

      It's a strange sensation stepping on solid ground after weeks on shipboard. There is a lack of harmony between oneself and the ground. You rock—the ground stands still; you stand still—the ground rocks, like an angry sergeant.

      The senior major was on the corner, holding an animated conversation with a beautifully gowned young lady, to whom he bid a hasty adieu as Reggy hove in sight.

      "Corking girl, that," said Reggy mischievously.

      "Where?" demanded the major, looking about.

      "The young lady to whom you just avoided introducing me."

      "It's rather a remarkable coincidence," said the major, avoiding controversy, "that I should run across a relation in this far-away place!"

      "Very!" Reggy replied drily. "Family's fond of travel, I take it."

      A tall, well-knit young subaltern elbowed his way through the crowd and joined the pair. Reggy greeted him:

      "Better come and have dinner with your brother and me, Tom. I feel he needs good company and a chaperon or two!"

      The trio entered the rotunda of the Royal.

      A distinguished looking gentleman and a prepossessing lady of middle age stood chatting together. Their voices were agitated, and the three officers could not avoid overhearing snatches of the conversation.

      "He is on the Cassandra, and in this medley of ships no one seems to know where his is anchored," the man was saying.

      "Dear me," sighed the lady. "To think that our boy should be so near and that we should not be able to see him! It's dreadful!"

      "But we must find him," the man declared reassuringly. "Surely there is some way of reaching the ship?"

      "They tell me no one is allowed on board; and when the battalion disembarks they will be marched away. What shall we do?" she cried in great distress.

      Reggy's impulsive heart was touched. He approached them and respectfully saluted.

      "A thousand pardons, sir," he said, "for breaking in upon a private conversation, but I couldn't help overhearing your words. Can I be of any assistance to you?"

      "It is very kind of you, indeed," the man answered in a rich voice of unusual gentility. "Perhaps you can help us. My son is aboard the Cassandra. We haven't seen him since he went to Canada four years ago. He is only a Tommy, so cannot come ashore, and it seems impossible to get into communication with him."

      "What luck!" Reggy exclaimed. "His ship and ours are anchored side by side; so close, in fact, that we have a connecting gang-way."

      "Oh, do you think we could get out to him?" the mother asked anxiously. "We have no permit to visit the ships."

      "If you can get authority to enter the dockyards, I'll see what I can do to get you aboard to-morrow noon," Reggy answered. "I'll meet you at the quay."

      "God bless you!" exclaimed the lady, with tears in her eyes.

      The following day, true to his word, Reggy, with a written permit in his pocket, ushered Mr. and Mrs. Hargreaves aboard the ship.

      "You will stay and lunch with me," said Reggy. "I'll get your boy across, and we'll all lunch together."

      "But I was under the impression that Tommies were not allowed to dine with officers," protested Mr. Hargreaves.

      "The deuce! I'd forgotten all about that," Reggy exclaimed, as he scratched his head perplexedly. "Ah, I have it," he ejaculated a moment later; "he shall be an officer during the meal. I'll lend him a tunic. No one else on board will know."

      "But I don't wish you to get yourself into trouble," Mr. Hargreaves remonstrated.

      Reggy laughed.

      "I love such trouble," he cried, "and the risk fascinates me. I'll be back in a moment." And he dashed off in his impetuous way.

      In a short time he returned, bringing with him a handsome but much embarrassed youth, wearing a captain's uniform. But the sight which met his eyes banished all thought of clothes.

      "Mother! Father!" he cried; and in a moment was clasped in his mother's arms, while tears of joy she didn't strive to hide rolled down her cheeks. The old gentleman turned his head aside to hide his own emotion, and Reggy, feeling de trop, slipped quietly away.

      A few days later our ship was dragged slowly into dock by two small but powerful tug-boats. The boys who had been caged on board for a full week in sight of but unable to reach the land shouted and danced for joy. The noise of the donkey engine pulling our equipment out of the hold was to us the sweetest sound on land or sea.

      We were almost the last ship to dock, and a thousand boys were impatiently awaiting their turn to step on English soil. Machine guns, boxes of rifles and ammunition, great cases of food and wagons came hurtling through the hatchway, vomited from the depths below. With great speed and regularity they were deposited on the quay, while heavy motor lorries, piled high with freight, creaked from dock to train.

      From across the quay, and in awesome proximity, the great guns of the battle cruisers Tiger and Benbow yawned at us. As far as one might look heavily armoured men-of-war, ready to sail or in process of construction, met the eye, and the deafening crash of the trip-hammer stormed the ear. Britain may well be proud of her navy. Its size and might are far beyond our ken. Patiently, in peaceful harbour, or on sea, she lies in wait and longs for Germany's inevitable hour.

      The hospitality of the citizens of Devonport and Plymouth will long remain a pleasant recollection. First impressions linger and our first impressions there still stir up delightful memories.

      "Now, then, look sharp there! Stow them adoos an' get aboard!"

      It was the raucous voice of Sergeant Honk which thus assailed his unwilling flock. The boys were bidding a lengthy farewell to the local beauties, who had patriotically followed them to the train.

      The sergeant was hot and dusty, and beaded drops of sweat dripped from his unwashed chin. His hat was cocked over one eye, in very unmilitary style. The Tommies, under the stimulating influence of two or more draughts of "bitter" purchased at a nearby bar, were inclined to be jocose.

      "'Ave another drink, 'Onk!" cried one, thrusting a grimy head from the train window and mimicking Honk's cockney accent. This subtle allusion to previous libations aroused the sergeant's ire.

      "Oo said that?" he shouted wrathfully, as he turned quickly about. "Blimey if yer ain't got no more disc'pline than a 'erd uv Alberta steers! If I 'ears any more sauce like that some one 'ull be up for 'office' in th' mornin'!"

      The culprit had withdrawn his head in time, and peace prevailed for moment.

      "What's that baggage fatigue doin'?" he cried a moment later. "D'ye think y'er at a picnic—eatin'