"No, I forgot about it till this minute. I had one of my tantrums, and it escaped me."
"I tell you what I'll do," said the Colonel in a burst of generosity. "If you slip up to bed right away, right away mind you, and don't bother your father and mother, because they've got to dress for dinner, I'll make you a present of that sword. You can take it to bed with you."
"Honest?" she exclaimed.
"Sure's you're born. Come on now, I'll get Frau Innsbruck to give you a glass of milk and a cooky and you beat it right to bed. Then we can pull some big stuff in the morning."
