military character with the tags, or the inn-servants at their supper in the courtyard, or townspeople a chatting on a bench, or country people a starting home after market,—­down rushes the Major to clink his glass against their glasses and cry,—­Hola!  Vive Somebody! or Vive Something! as if he was beside himself.  And though I could not quite approve of the Major’s doing it, still the ways of the world are the ways of the world varying according to the different parts of it, and dancing at all in the open Square with a lady that kept a barber’s shop my opinion is that the Major was right to dance his best and to lead off with a power that I did not think was in him, though I was a little uneasy at the Barricading sound of the cries that were set up by the other dancers and the rest of the company, until when I says “What are they ever calling out Jemmy?” Jemmy says, “They’re calling out Gran, Bravo the Military English!  Bravo the Military English!” which was very gratifying to my feelings as a Briton and became the name the Major was known by.

But every evening at a regular time we all three sat out in the balcony of the hotel at the end of the courtyard, looking up at the golden and rosy light as it changed on the great towers, and looking at the shadows of the towers as they changed on all about us ourselves included, and what do you think we did there?  My dear, if Jemmy hadn’t brought some other of those stories of the Major’s taking down from the telling of former lodgers at Eighty-one Norfolk Street, and if he didn’t bring ’em out with this speech: 

“Here you are Gran!  Here you are godfather!  More of ’em!  I’ll read.  And though you wrote ’em for me, godfather, I know you won’t disapprove of my making ’em over to Gran; will you?”

“No, my dear boy,” says the Major.  “Everything we have is hers, and we are hers.”

“Hers ever affectionately and devotedly J. Jackman, and J. Jackman Lirriper,” cries the Young Rogue giving me a close hug.  “Very well then godfather.  Look here.  As Gran is in the Legacy way just now, I shall make these stories a part of Gran’s Legacy.  I’ll leave ’em to her.  What do you say godfather?”

“Hip hip Hurrah!” says the Major.

“Very well then,” cries Jemmy all in a bustle.  “Vive the Military English!  Vive the Lady Lirriper!  Vive the Jemmy Jackman Ditto!  Vive the Legacy!  Now, you look out, Gran.  And you look out, godfather. I’ll read!  And I’ll tell you what I’ll do besides.  On the last night of our holiday here when we are all packed and going away, I’ll top up with something of my own.”

“Mind you do sir” says I.

CHAPTER II—­MRS. LIRRIPER RELATES HOW JEMMY TOPPED UP