Then he bowed himself straight; and he was very red and tight; and he shot his neck till the veins swelled, and he shouted, "And I don't care who knows it." So Tiny, who knew Generals, pretended sad, and shook his head, and answered, "When we go out to war, Sir, we always say that if only Sir Goodall came and did it, it wouldn't be a war at all, to call one, it would be a walk-over." And when the General heard that, he sat down and said, "You are a very promisin young officer _indeed_!" And he made a bump in his cheek with his tongue, and wrote upon the blotting-paper for ten minutes most industriously, _Captain Tiny to be reccomended for promotion:_ Then he turned to Tiny and rubbed his hands and said, "And now what will you allow me for to do for you?" And the clerk was so astonished that he poked in to see. So Tiny told for the second time. Then the General rolled the quid of toffee in his cheek very wisely, and he wrinkled, and said, "Well. You will probly stop here for all time, and certainly for years and years. And you may take that on the word of Sir Goodall Grouse, who never told a lie, cause he couldn't think of one to tell." And he blew out his chest so a button flew, and shouted, "And what's more, I should ought to be a full General if I had me rights--and I don't care who knows it!" And he thumped the blotting-paper till it shook. Then Tiny winked to himself and said inside, "Hang your rights, Old Roast End!" but outside he said, "Thank you, Sir. Now I feel a lot better." And he saluted and went out, meek as a mouse; but directly he got outside he took to his legs and raced across the square, shouting and singing because of Baby and the house where he would keep her for years and years while he trained her how to be a soldier's wife. And about next day Sir Goodall retired, because he said the Service didn't leave him time enough to roast himself. And that is about all about Sir Goodall for now. 3 Then Tiny came upon his toes very merry to the place where the Fellows fed between sleeps. And it was a great sort of shed under a thatch, with walls of whitewash sploshed with blood to encourage them on. And when Tiny got there they were all feeding and complaining about A B C and D, which you have to pass for promotion in That Army. For it appeared that the Commander-in-Chief at the Castle had just sent over word by Cooey, the carrier-pigeon, to say that they must all learn down to E now, or leave That Country. And _he_ said it was because that was what they did in Willie-Land; but _they_ said it was because of spite. For it was well known that the Commander-in-Chief's great ambition was a ride on Goliath. And the night before he had come and tried to climb on by stealth while Goly slept. But old Goly woke up in the middle and trod on his toe instead.