South, and West.'

'Amen,' said Learoyd slowly.

'Fwhat's here?' said Mulvaney, checking at a blur of white by the foot
of the old sentry-box. He stooped and touched it. 'It's Norah--Norah
M'Taggart! Why, Nonie darlin', fwhat are ye doin' out av your mother's
bed at this time?'

The two-year-old child of Sergeant M'Taggart must have wandered for
a breath of cool air to the very verge of the parapet of the Fort
ditch. Her tiny night-shift was gathered into a wisp round her neck
and she moaned in her sleep. 'See there!' said Mulvaney; 'poor lamb!
Look at the heat-rash on the innocint skin av her. 'Tis hard--crool
hard even for us. Fwhat must it be for these? Wake up, Nonie, your
mother will be woild about you. Begad, the child might ha' fallen into
the ditch!'

He picked her up in the growing light, and set her on his shoulder,
and her fair curls touched the grizzled stubble of his temples. Ortheris
and Learoyd followed snapping their fingers, while Norah smiled at
them a sleepy smile. Then carolled Mulvaney, clear as a lark, dancing
the baby on his arm--

'If any young man should marry you,
Say nothin' about the joke;
That iver ye slep' in a sinthry-box,
Wrapped up in a soldier's cloak.'

'Though, on my sowl, Nonie,' he said gravely, 'there was not much cloak