WHICH THE GHOST IS LAID

XXVI.   OF BACCHUS AND THE MUSES XXVII.   HOW THE SERGEANT RECOUNTED AN OLD STORY XXVIII.   THE MAJOR COMES TO A RESOLUTION XXIX.   TELLS HOW LADY BETTY DID THE SAME XXX.   CONCERNING CHARLES, EARL OF MEDHURST XXXI.   WHICH DESCRIBES SOMETHING OF MY LADY BETTY'S GRATITUDE XXXII.   FLINT AND STEEL XXXIII.   DESCRIBING SOMETHING OF COQUETRY AND A DAWN XXXIV.   HOW MR. DALROYD MADE A PLAN AND LOCKED HIS DOOR XXXV.   HOW THE SERGEANT TOOK WARNING OF A WITCH XXXVI.   HOW THEY RODE TO INCHBOURNE XXXVII.   OF ROGUES AND PLOTS XXXVIII.   HOW THE MAJOR MADE HIS WILL XXXIX.   WHICH IS A QUADRUPLE CHAPTER XL.   OF THE ONSET AT THE HAUNTED MILL XLI.   CONCERNING HIGHWAYMEN AND THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE XLII.   WHICH DESCRIBES A DUEL XLIII.   HOW THEY DRANK A NEW TOAST XLIV.   SOME ACCOUNT OF A HIGHWAYMAN XLV.   CERTAIN ADVENTURES OF THE RAMILLIE COAT XLVI.   FURTHER INTIMATE ADVENTURES OF THE RAMILLIE COAT XLVII.   OF A FEMININE COUNCIL OF WAR XLVIII.   OF THE INSUBORDINATION OF SERGEANT ZEBEDEE TRING XLIX.   OF A JOURNEY BY NIGHT L.   WHICH TELLS OF ANOTHER DAWN

OUR ADMIRABLE BETTY

CHAPTER I

CONCERNING THE MAJOR'S CHERRIES

"The Major, mam, the Major has a truly wonderful 'ead!" said Sergeant Zebedee Tring as he stood, hammer in hand, very neat and precise from broad shoe-buckles to smart curled wig that offset his square, bronzed face.

"Head, Sergeant, head!" retorted pretty, dimpled Mrs. Agatha, nodding at the Sergeant's broad back.

"'Ead mam, yes!" said the Sergeant, busily nailing up a branch of the Major's favourite cherry tree. "The Major has a truly wonderful 'ead, regarding which I take liberty to ob-serve as two sword-cuts and a spent bullet have in nowise affected it, Mrs. Agatha, mam, which is a fact as I will maintain whenever and wherever occasion demands, as in dooty bound mam, dooty bound."

"Duty, Sergeant, duty!"

"Dooty, mam—pre-cisely." Here the Sergeant turning round for another nail, Mrs. Agatha bent over the rose-bush, her busy fingers cutting a bloom here and another there and her pretty face quite hidden in the shade of her mob-cap.

"Indeed," she continued, after a while, "'tis