So Tiny stood outside the door and wished he hadn't. And that is what Adam spent his time doing outside the Gates of Eden. And it is what most of us spend a lot of time doing when it's too late. And it very often isn't till you stand outside and wish you hadn't, that you know how jolly it was inside, before you had. Then Tiny turned away down the steps no more joggle now; and he was so sorry he blew his nose. And Baby heard his nose go from her room above, and she knew, and thought, "You dear old goose, you!" which was a very favourite thought of Baby's, and like Baby to think it just then. And she tipped on her toes in the middle of the room, and saw Tiny going through the gate blowing his nose to take the water out of his eyes. And when she saw that, she waved to him, only he couldn't see her, and she didn't want him to, for after all she was teaching Tiny, and he had been about as bad as a man can be, which is pretty bad. Then Baby picked up her skirts, and did some steps before the looking-glass. And she looked pretty tip-top; only there was nobody to see her only herself. So she swung round, and stopped before the glass, and bobbed to herself, and said, "You're pretty jolly, Miss." Then she remembered Tiny and the tea-thing, and she roared, and said, "You're far worse than Tiny, my dear girl!" And she gave a twirl and a skip and kicked her hand with her foot; and was as free and happy as a lark because she knew she had won. And Baby always won over Tiny, because she always won over herself. And if you can't win over yourself, you can't expect to win over other people. And a woman can always win over a man, so long as the man is decently good, and so long as she goes by the Big Rule. For the Big Rule is the same in That Country as in all others. And the Big Rule is, _Love is Power._ 27 Then Tiny walked across the Common. And the road gleamed before him in the sun, so that it was like walking on a silver river; for the frost was oozing out of the ground, though all under the gorse-bushes was white still. And the ivy on the beeches in the Wood at the foot of the Fort-hill shone till it dazzled, while the beeches themselves were a cloud of purple. And when Tiny got into the shadow of the Wood the road was hard again, and rang to his feet; and all the little pools were feathered over with ice; and a chaffinch sat on a bare bough, and pinked. And all that was lovely. Only Tiny didn't see any of it: for he was so sad inside that everything was dark to him. But when he had gone by, the Commander-in-Chief, who had been hiding behind a beech-trunk, came out, and stood in the road, with his hands on his knees, and laughed _most_ horridly. [Illustration: Book VI headpiece] BOOK VI.--THE COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF PAYS FOR GOLIATH 28 Then Tiny climbed up the Hill to the Fort.