he Greycoat uniform--frock and cloak and hood of duffle grey--
for which Miss Champernowne had measured her. Meanwhile it was
undoubtedly hard on him to lie neglected in a drawer, and be visited
but twice in the twenty-four hours, to have his garments changed.
Corona, putting him into pyjamas, would (with an aching heart)
whisper to him to be patient for a little while yet, and all would
come right.

"It _is_ hard, Branny," she sighed, "that I can't even take him to
bed with me. . . . But it's not to be thought of. I'd be sure to
talk in my sleep."

"He seems to be a very unselfish person," observed Branny.
"At any rate, you treat him as such, making him wait all this while
for the delight of seeing you happy."

Corona knit her brow.

"Now you're talking upsi-downly, like Uncle Copas," she said.
"You don't mean that Timmy's unselfish, but that I'm selfish.
Of course, you don't _realise_ how good he is; nobody does but me,
and it's not to be es-pected. But all the same, I s'pose I've been
thinking too much about myself."

Corona's was a curiously just mind, as has already been said.

Nurse Branscome had a happy inspiration.

"Couldn't we make new clothes for Timmy, and surprise him with them
at the same time?"

Corona clapped her hands.

"Oh, Branny, how beautiful! Yes--a Beauchamp gown, just like Daddy's!
Why-ever didn't we think of it before?"

"A _what_?"

"A Beauchamp gown. . . . Do you know," said Corona gravely,
"it's a most 'stonishing thing I never thought of it, because--
I'll tell you why. When I first came to St. Hospital often and often
I couldn't get to sleep for thinking how happy I was. Daddy got
worried about it, and told me it was a good cure to lie still and
fancy I saw a flock of sheep jumping one after another through a
hedge. . . . Well, that didn't answer--at least, not ezactly; for you
see I wanted to be _coaxed_ off, and I never took any partic'lar
truck in sheep. But one night--you know that big stone by the gate
of the home-park? the one Uncle Copas calls the Hepping-stone, and
says the great Cardinal used to climb on to his horse from it when he
went hunting?" (Nurse Branscome nodded.) "Well, one night I closed
my eyes, and there I saw all the old folks here turned into children,
and all out and around the Hepping-stone, playing leap-frog. . . .
The way they went over each other's backs! It beat the band. . . .
Some were in Beauchamp gowns and others in Blanchminster--