'Obviously,' as Gilly would say.--We picked up two
side-bolts in the garden, by the wall, one in the mud outside, and three
the diver got in shallow water. Total recovered, six; plus two Peng had
no time for, eight. We can ill spare four guns, though; and the affair
shows they keep a beastly close watch."
"Yes," said Miss Drake, absently; then drew a slow breath. "Peng was the
most promising pupil we had."
"He was," stated her companion, "a little, unmitigated, skipping,
orange-tawny goblin!"
She made no reply. As they footed slowly along the winding path,
Flounce, the fox-terrier, who had scouted among strange clumps of
bamboo, now rejoined them briskly, cantering with her fore-legs
delicately stiff and joyful. Miss Drake stooped to pat her, saying:--
"Poor little dog. Little Foreign Dog!" She rose with a sigh, to add
incongruously, "Oh, the things we dream beforehand, and then the things
that happen!"
"I don't know." Heywood looked at her keenly. "Sometimes they're the
same."
The jealous terrier scored her dusty paws down his white drill, from
knee to ankle, before he added:--
"You know how the Queen of Heaven won her divinity.
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