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soldier's son, why don't you dress like one?'

Teddy felt he was getting the worst of it. He fingered his button
proudly.

'I'm wearing something that has been in the thick of a bloody battle;
that's more than you can do. Sailors don't know much of fighting.'

'They know just as much as soldiers, and as to your old button, I b'lieve
you just picked up the old brass thing from the gutter!'

'If you weren't a girl, I'd fight you!' sputtered Teddy now, with
rising wrath.

'Pooh! I expect I could lick you; I don't b'lieve you have half as big a


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