The Little Warrior

ed to call at Ovington Square in the afternoon. Arrived there, he found Jill with a telegram in her hand. Her Uncle Christopher, who had been enjoying a breath of sea-a

; and they had set out to walk to Victoria together. Their way had lain through Daubeny Street, and they turned the corner just as

it?" cr

ds like

nse

the sort of street chappies are

ere reassured. Nobody could possibly be looking so alo

s a

rrot. See it? Just i

with burning ears as the result of what she had said to them on discovering them abusing their patient horses. Zoologically, Bill the parrot was not an animal, but he counted as one with Jill, and she sped down Daubeny Street to his rescue,-Freddie, spatted and h

, we are pro-Henry. In his encounter with Bill the parrot, Henry undoubtedly had right on his side. His friendly overtures, made in the best spirit of kindliness, had been repulsed. He had been severely bitten. And he had lost half a pint of beer to Erb. As impart

p and was wondering why the deuce this sort of th

m stop,

y you kno

eave off! Brute!" she added to Henry (for whom one's h

lder. Freddie was one of those men who have a rooted idea that a co

can't do this sort of thin

sed a sca

you?" he

ing on top of his other troubl

to offer the fellow one of his cards. "Well

"arsked you to come shov

ou put it t

n't concern 'im and mucking around and interfering and messing abart. ... Why," he broke off in a sudden

rked "Ah!" and expectorated on the sidewalk. The point, one gat

you think you can come mucking around and messing abart and interfering and mucking around. This bird's bit me in the finger, and 'ere's the finger, if you don't believe me-and I'm going to twist 'is r

perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart, shoved th

roved himself. Freddie's policy in this affair was obviously to rely on the magic of speech, and any magic his speech might have had was manifestly offset by the fact that he was wearing white spats and that Henry, apparently, belonged to some sort of lea

of!" said Bil

lly a man who believed in violence to the gentler sex outside a clump on the head of his missus when the occasio

that

t b

, you know!"

sh at Jill: and Jill, who had a straight eye

d Henry, a

behind Jill,

s all

ad manifested himse

do!" said th

spectator of the fray, burs

e. Jill was well-dressed, but, in the stirring epoch of the Suffrage disturbances, the policeman had been kicked on the shins and even bitten by ladies of an equally elegant exterior. Hearts, the policeman knew, just as pure and fair

se, and address,

hed at the group. At the sight of her Bill the parrot uttered a shriek of wel

bright-eyed. "I live at Numbe

yours

Rooke, you know. F. L. Rooke. I live at

. "Officer," cried Jill, "this man was tryin

't no right to hit a man with a

ng had happened to him before, but only on Boat-Race Night at

, sir. You'r

t .

ill quietly. "It's perfectly absu

iceman cordially, "i