Alpha Book

"That circus," she explained, "was for your entertainment. Now will you
please do something for ours?"
"Certainly," said Selwyn, looking about him vaguely; "shall
we--er--build blocks, or shall I read to you--er--out of that big
picture-book--"
"_Picture_-book!" repeated Billy with scorn; "that's good enough for
nurses to read. You're a soldier, you know. Soldiers have real stories
to tell."
"I see," he said meekly. "What am I to tell you about--our missionaries
in Sulu?"
"In the first place," began Drina, "you are to lie down flat on the
floor and creep about and show us how the Moros wriggle through the
grass to bolo our sentinels."
"Why, it's--it's this way," began Selwyn, leaning back in his
rocking-chair and comfortably crossing one knee over the other; "for
instance, suppose--"
"Oh, but you must _show_ us!" interrupted Billy. "Get down on the floor
please, uncle."
"I can tell it better!" protested Selwyn; "I can show you just the--"
"Please lie down and show us how they wriggle?" begged Drina.


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