“No? Well, I’m glad--of that.” Her owner walked about the ruins. The other men were silent. Finally the major said: “I can’t tell you, old man, how sorry I am!” “Well, no help for it, Jim. I know you are! Go clean up, Baron, then come talk to me. Shall we go up to the house?” On the way, he said, sombrely: “I wouldn’t have taken any money for that mare!” Just at this moment the mare came into the yard, with the weary little colonel astride her. The Lady was tired, her satin flanks were flecked with white, but she knew her master, and whinnied as she came up to him. At the sound, he turned as if shot, and a moment later a shout from both men cut short the colonel’s stammered remarks. Her father lifted her down. “It takes the colonel, every time!” said he. “What lucky star made you--this particular afternoon!--well, she’s saved your horse for you, Bob.” “We’ll have to promote you,” said the general, to whom the tired child was clinging. Her uncle, turning for the first time from the horse, spoke, solemnly: “You saved her, didn’t you? I won’t forget this! You’ll have the finest Spanish saddle that can be made, for this!” “You can go right on breaking rules at this rate!” said her father, his arm about her. “And now run up and get dressed. You can tell us about it later.” “I’ll go up, too,” said the general. “Go right ahead, sir. We’ll go to the stable for a few minutes and make fresh arrangements for The Lady.” * * * * * When they at last went out to the long-delayed dinner, the high back chair at the foot of the table found no occupant. “Late, as usual,” said the major. “Lena,” he added, “go and tell the colonel that dinner is ready.” “Oh, if you please, major, she’s gone to bed. She come upstairs more than an hour ago. She took her bath, sir, and went right to bed. I ast her did she feel sick, and she says no, but that them was your orders. She wouldn’t let Nora bring her up no tea.” Lena looked reproachful. “And she cried awfully,” said Rose. “She never let a tear out of her until I shut the door, Miss Rose,” said Lena, firmly; “and she ast me to put out a dress with a plain sleeve for to-morrow. She shut the windows down so’s she shouldn’t hear the band, but she never cried none.” The aid winced. The general cleared his throat. “Well, she’s your child, Fitzgerald. But I think I’ll issue a few orders in this matter myself.” “You’re my superior officer, sir,” said the major, eagerly. NOTES Some weeks after the story, “Ten Thousand Years in Ice,” on page 127, was printed in the _Argonaut_, there arrived at the editorial rooms one morning quite a large bundle of letters bearing Hungarian postage-stamps. On opening them, we found them to be in various languages. One of them was in very queer English; this we reproduce verbatim: [_Original._] Aradi Szechenyi-Gozmalomarader Szechenyi-Dampfmuhl-Reszveny-Tarsasag Actien-Gesellschaft. Arad (Hungary), feb. 25.