'Well, but, Claude, Redgie wishes for a rebellion, like Sir
Maurice's, for he says all the boys at his school would be one
regiment, in green velvet coats, and white feathers in their hats.'
'Indeed! and Redgie to be Field Marshal?'
'No, he is to be Sir Reginald Mohun, a Knight of the Garter, and to
ask the Queen to give William back the title of Baron of Beechcroft,
and make papa a Duke.'
'Well done! he is to take good care of the interests of the family.'
'But it is not that that I should care about,' said Phyllis. 'I
should like it better for the feeling in one's own self; I think all
that fuss would rather spoil it--don't you, Claude?'
'Indeed, I do; but Phyllis, if you only wish for that feeling, you
need not look for dangers or rebellions to gain it.'
'Oh! you mean the feeling that very good people indeed have--people
like Harry--but that I shall never be.'
'I hope you mean to try, though.'
'I do try; I wish I was as good as Ada, but I am so naughty and so
noisy that I do not know what to do. Every day when I say my prayers
I think about being quiet, and not idling at my lessons, and
sometimes I do stop in time, and behave better, but sometimes I
forget, and I do not mind what I am about, and my voice gets loud,
and I let the things tumble down and make a noise, and so it was
yesterday.
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