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Lucy joined in with -


"Nor is there anyone but he
With right can there a sharer be."


"How can you make such a noise?" said Eleanor, stopping her ears, by
which she provoked Walter to go on roaring into them, while he pulled
down her hand -


"For who better may
The right sceptre sway
Than he whose right it is to reign;
Then look for no peace,
For the war will never cease
Till the King enjoys his own again."


As he came to the last line, Rose returning exclaimed, "Oh, hush,
Lucy. Pray don't, Walter!"

"Ha! Rose turned Roundhead?" cried Walter. "You don't deserve to
hear the good news from Worcester."

"O, what?" cried the girls, eagerly.

"When it comes," said Walter, delighted to have taken in Rose
herself; but Rose, going up to him gently, implored him to be quiet,
and listen to her.

"All this noisy rejoicing grieves our mother," said she. "If you
could but have seen her yesterday evening, when she heard your loyal
songs. She sighed, and said, 'Poor fellow, how high his hopes are!'
and then she talked of our father and that evening before the fight
at Naseby."

Walter looked grave and said, "I remember! My father lifted me on
the table to drink King Charles's health, and Prince Rupert--I
remember his scarlet mantle and white plume--patted my head, and
called me his little cavalier."

"We sat apart with mother," said Rose, "and heard the loud cheers and
songs till we were half frightened at the noise."

"I can't recollect all that," said Lucy.

"At least you ought not to forget how our dear father came in with