to kill him! He's a bear, and that's my lamb, and I am David; that's
all."

A child's games were beyond Sir Edward's comprehension. He looked down
upon her with a knitted brow.

She continued--

"You see, he has to do for both, a bear and a lion, for they both came,
and they both tried to get the lamb. Nurse was the lion one day, but she
is too big; I can't knock her down, though I try hard."

"I will not have Fritz knocked down in that fashion. He might hurt you,"
said Sir Edward, sternly.

Milly looked sorrowful; then brightening up, she asked--

"But I may kill Goliath, mayn't I? Do you know that is one of my games.
See, I'm David, and you see that big old tree standing by itself? That's
Goliath. He is looking at me now. Do you see where his eyes come? Just
up there in those first branches. When it's windy he shakes his head at
me fearful! He's a wicked, wicked old thing, and he thinks no one can
knock him down. Do you remember about him, uncle?"

Sir Edward was becoming slightly interested. He leaned against a tree
and took out a cigar.

"No, I don't think I do," he said.

"Don't you remember? He stood up so proud, and called out: 'Choose a man