"Sure, he has us both there, Carrie. I wonder your uncle did not make a proviso that we were to get one of the padres to look after him." "As if I would let a Spanish priest look after me!" Bob said. "I didn't mean a Spanish priest, Bob. I meant one of the army chaplains. We always call them padres. "That would be worth thinking about, Carrie." "Oh, I say," Bob exclaimed in alarm, "that would spoil it, altogether!" "Well, we will see how you go on, Bob. We may not find it necessary, you know; but you will find you have to mind your P's and Q's, at Gib. It is a garrison place, you know, and they won't stand nonsense there. If you played any tricks, they would turn you outside the lines, or send you up to one of the caverns to live with the apes." "Are there apes?" Bob asked, eagerly. "They would be awful fun, I should think. I have seen them at Exeter 'Change." "There are apes, Bob; but if you think you are going to get near enough to put salt on their tails, you are mistaken." "But am I going out with you?" Bob asked. "Why, tomorrow is Christmas Day, and you sail two days after, don't you? And I shouldn't have time even to go up to town, and down to Putney, to say goodbye to the fellows. I should like to do that, and tell them that I am going abroad." "You are not going with us, Bob, and you will have time for all that. We could not take you in the transport, and uncle will arrange for a passage for you, in some ship going out. Of course, he knows all about vessels trading with Spain." "Well, we sha'n't have to say goodbye, now," Bob said. "I haven't said much about it, but I have been thinking a lot about how horrid it would be, after being so jolly here, to have to say goodbye; knowing that I shouldn't see you again, for years and years. Now that is all over." A few minutes later, Mr. Bale came in. He had assumed his most businesslike expression, but Bob rushed up to him. "Oh, uncle, I am so obliged to you! It is awfully kind." "I thought the arrangement would be a suitable one," Mr. Bale began. "No, no, uncle," Bob broke in. "You would say that, if you were in Philpot Lane. Now you know you can say that you thought it would be the very jolliest thing that was ever heard of." "I am afraid, niece, that the sentiment of respect for his elders is not strongly developed in Bob." "I am afraid not, uncle; but you see, if elders set an example of being double-faced to their nephews, they must expect to forfeit their respect." "And it is a lot better being liked than being respected, isn't it, uncle?" "Perhaps it is, Bob, but the two things may go together." "So they do, uncle. Only I keep my respect for Philpot Lane, and it is all liking, here."