said Dickie sadly.

"Thou'rt Richard Arden there as here," she said; "thy grandfather's name
got changed, by breathing hard on it, from Arden to Harden, and that
again to Harding. Thus names are changed ever and again. And Dickie of
Deptford has the honor of the house of Arden to uphold there as here,
then as now."

"I shall call myself Arden when I go back," said Dickie proudly.

"Not yet," she said; "wait."

"If you say so," said Dickie rather discontentedly.

"The time is not ripe for thee to take up all thine honors there," she
said. "And now, dear lamb, since thy tutor is imagining unkind things in
his heart for thee, go quickly. Set out thy moon-seeds and, when thou
hearest the voices, say, 'I would see both Mouldiwarps,' and thou shalt
see them both."

"Thank you," said Dickie. "I do want to see them both."

See them he did, in a blue-gray mist in which he could feel nothing
solid, not even the ground under his feet or the touch of his clenched
fingers against his palms.

They were very white, the Mouldiwarps, outlined distinctly against the
gray blueness, and the Mouldiwarp he had seen in that wonderful
adventure in the far country smiled, as well as a mole can, and said--

"Thou'rt a fair sprig of de old tree, Muster Dickie, so 'e be," in the
thick speech of the peasant people round about Talbot house where Dickie
had once been a little burglar.

"He is indeed a worthy scion of the great house we serve," said the
other Mouldiwarp with precise and gentle utterance. "As Mouldierwarp to
the Ardens I can but own that I am proud of him."

The Mouldierwarp had, as well as a gentle voice, a finer nose than the
Mouldiwarp, his fur was more even and his claws sharper.

"Eh, you be a gentleman, you be," said the Mouldiwarp, "so's 'e--so
there's two of ye sure enough."

It was very odd to see and hear these white moles talking like real
people and looking like figures on a magic-lantern screen. But Dickie
did not enjoy it as much as perhaps you or I would have done. It was not
his pet kind of magic. He liked the good, straightforward, old-fashioned
kind of magic that he was accustomed to--the kind that just took you out
of one life into another life, and made both lives as real one as the
other. Still one must always be polite. So he said--

"I am very glad to see you both."

"There's purty manners," the Mouldiwarp said.

"The pleasure is ours," said the Mouldierwarp instantly. Dickie could
not help se