A Soldier's Daughter, and Other StoriesHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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A Soldier's Daughter, and Other Stories
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Adventure stories; Fiction
"No, I am not fond of them, though I like a woman who can play an
accompaniment to a good old English, Scotch, or Irish song; but as for
a woman who is always strumming on a piano, I think that she is a bore
of the worst kind, so we won't say much about the music. Then you could
not make a garment for yourself to save your life, and there is no more
necessary accomplishment on the frontier than for a woman to be able to
make her own clothes. You can cook very decently, I admit; but as for
anything else you know no more than a child of ten. I am afraid that
your uncle will be sadly shocked at your ignorance of everything except
barrack life."
"I wish I had been a boy instead of a girl," Nita said.
"I rather wish so too, Nita; but as a boy, you would have been obliged
to go home and work desperately hard to get a commission. No, I think
you had better be contented with matters as they are, and if we can't
turn you out a soldier we can, at least, make a lady of you."
Nita made a little grimace which showed that the prospect did not
delight her. "What is the use," she said, "of my being able to hit the
ace of diamonds ten times following at twelve paces?"
"It is not impossible that it may be of use if you come out here again.
It is more than probable that you will be a soldier's wife, and in a
country such as this, it is by no means unlikely that your skill with
a pistol may be of use to you. You remember in the mutiny how women
fought at the side of their husbands. There has been more than one
massacre since we have been here, and such an event might occur again.
At the present moment the tribes are restless, and may break out in a
general insurrection at any time. However, that is as it may be. Young
Carter will take his leave and go down country in a month's time, and I
shall place you under his care."
Nita laughed. "I should rather say, father, that you would place him
under my care, for he is the most stupid man in the regiment."
The major smiled. "He is not popular, Nita, but he is a good honest
young fellow; he doesn't say much, certainly, but as you talk enough
for two I have no doubt that you will get on very well when you are
once in a railway-carriage on your way down South, and he will be
able to look after you when you get to Bombay, and see all about your
passage, and make general arrangements for your comfort. I do not know
any one in the regiment to whom I would rather trust you."
"Well, father, as you say so, of course I must go. If it were only
for six months I should not mind, for I want to see the sea, and the
shipping, and of course it will be all new to me in England. I have
no doubt that my aunt will be very kind and make allowances for my
deficiencies, but it will be terrible work saying good-bye to you when
we have never been separated even for a day. I will promise you that I
will do my best to be trained up to be a lady. Shall I have to go to
school?"
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