And there the Fellows were taking down the wire netting, which they always put round the wall at dark, in case They should come on by night: for They were like a lot more, They were always supposed to be going to do a heap of things They never did. Then Tiny shook hands with the brown Captain, and kicked the yellow one, and crawled through the wall by the cannon-hole, and out on to the barrack-square. And the barrack-square was a sort of blank desert with cubicles all round; and the Junior Subaltern was making up the beds inside, which was always his little job: for the Junior Subaltern has to do all the things that nobody else will do in that Regiment. But directly he saw Tiny, he shut up work, and came across the square, very silly and sheepish. And the Junior Subaltern walked with his toes rather turned in. And his knickers were patched, and his stockings darned: for his mother was a very careful woman. And his collar had slipped up the back of his neck, so that there was a great gap: for his back-button was off, as usual, although they always put him under arrest for it whenever they remembered. But what the Junior Subaltern always said was, "It's mother--not me." Then when he got quite close to Tiny, he looked at his toes, and said in a very little whisper, "Truly sorry, Tiny." Then Tiny frowned and answered, "I should just think you were. Certainly you ought to be. And now tell me, what is it you are sorry for?" So the Junior Subaltern twiddled his toes over each other, and answered very low, "For you know." Then Tiny said very sternly, "Yes, I know--only I've forgotten." So the Junior Subaltern whispered, "At your wedding." Then Tiny remembered about the drop of lime-juice off a feather in the porch. And he wagged his head very sorrowfully and said, "O dear! O dear! O dear!" And he walked up and down for a long long time, with his hands behind him, and his chin on his chest, groaning, and so on etc. Then at last he stopped, and rolled one eye at the Junior Subaltern, and said, "I forgive you on condition I may lecture you for as long as I like. D'you agree?" So the Junior Subaltern answered, "I should like to think it over first, please," for he knew what a lecture from Tiny meant. So he turned his back, and dug at a weed with his toe, while he thought it over. Then after about a bit he muttered pretty tearfully, "Well, I agree, because there's no other way. Only goodness sake get it over quick." Then Tiny took him tight by the arm, and walked him up and down, and up and down, and gave him the longest lecture that ever was all about nothing, and simplee loved it. And the Junior Subaltern blew his nose upside down without a handkerchief, which you do when you want the tears to go inside and not out, and said every quarter of an hour, "I say! isn't that bout enough?" But Tiny only answered, "No, thank-you," and went on. So the Junior Subaltern said rather sulkily,