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Teddy turned his face upwards to the speaker. 'No, I couldn't have fought her, Sam, if she'd been a boy. I've promised my mother I won't fight again till she gives me leave. You see, I fought four boys in one week last time, and she says she won't have it. I don't see if it is right for soldiers to fight, why it isn't right for boys!' 'I don't think there's any fellers left for you to fight with, so you're pretty safe. Besides, it was only Tom Larken, who set them on to try and get your button from you, and he's gone off to another part of the country now.' TEDDY TURNED HIS FACE UPWARD TO THE SPEAKER NO I COULDN'T HAVE FOUGHT HER SAM IF SHE'D BEEN A BOY I'VE PROMISED MY MOTHER I WON'T FIGHT AGAIN TILL SHE GIVES ME LEAVE YOU SEE I FOUGHT FOUR BOYS IN ONE WEEK LAST TIME AND SHE SAYS SHE WON'T HAVE IT I DON'T SEE IF IT IS RIGHT FOR SOLDIERS TO FIGHT WHY IT ISN'T RIGHT FOR BOYS I DON'T THINK THERE ANY FELLOWS LEFT FOR YOU TO FIGHT WITH SO YOU'RE PRETTY SAFE BESIDES IT WAS ONLY TOM LARKEN WHO SET THEM ON TO TRY AND GET YOUR BUTTON FROM YOU AND HE'S GONE OFF TO ANOTHER PART OF THE COUNTRY NOW
 with set determined lips she turned on her heel and walked away, having sown seeds of anger and resentment in more than one boyish breast. 'Who is she?' asked Teddy as, tired and exhausted by his recital, he threw himself on the grass to rest. One of the bigger boys answered him. 'I seed her come yesterday in a cab from the town to old Sol at the turnpike--she and her mother, I reckon. They had two carpet bags and a box and a poll parrot in a cage. I counted them myself, for I was havin' a ride behind, and the woman she called Sol "Father," so the little 'un must be his grandarter!' 'P'raps they've come from 'Mericky,' suggested a small urchin, capering round on his hands and feet. 'Polls allays comes over the sea, you know.' [Illustration: TEDDY TELLS THE STORY OF HIS FATHER'S HEROIC DEATH.] 'She didn't believe me,' murmured Teddy, chewing a wisp of grass meditatively. 'Gals is no good, never! If she'd been a boy you would 'a fought her, but I shouldn't care for naught like her, Ted. RITY IN HER TONE OF COURSE IT'S TRUE WAS THE INDIGNANT SHOUT OF ALL THEN I TELL YOU BOY I DON'T BELIEVE A WORD OF IT AND WITH SET DETERMINED LIPS SHE TURNED ON HER HEEL AND WALKED AWAY HAVING SOWN SEEDS OF ANGER AND RESENTMENT IN MORE THAN ONE BOYISH BREAST WHO IS SHE ASKED TEDDY AS TIRED AND EXHAUSTED BY HIS RECITAL HE THREW HIMSELF ON THE GRASS TO REST ONE OF THE BIGGER BOYS ANSWERED HIM I SEED HER COME YESTERDAY IN A CAB FROM THE TOWN TO OLD SOL AT THE TURNPIKE SHE AND HER MOTHER I RECKON THEY HAD TWO CARPET BAGS AND A BOX AND A POLE PARROT IN A CAGE I COUNTED THEM MYSELF FOR I WAS HAVIN A RIDE BEHIND AND THE WOMAN SHE CALLED SOL FATHER SO THE LITTLE UN MUST BE HIS GRAN'DAR PERHAPS THEY'VE COME FROM MARY SUGGESTED A SMALL URCHIN KEEPING AROUND ON HIS HANDS AND FEET POLES ALLAYS COME OVER THE SEAS YOU KNOW SHE DIDN'T BELIEVE ME MURMURED TEDDY CHEWING A WISP OF GRASP MEDITATIVELY GALS IS NO GOOD NEVER IF SHE'D BEEN A BOY YOU WOULD A FOUGHT HER BUT I SHOULDN'T CARE FOR NOT LIKE HER TED
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