ave given me food for thought.
I began thinking them over; and sleep went."

Martha smiled again--and this time the smile came more easily. "'E
_'as_ a way of keepin' one on the go," she said; "but we'd best be
gittin' to sleep now, miss. 'E'll be at it again to-morrow, bless 'is
'eart!" And Martha, in her pink wrapper, lumbered upwards.

But the Boy, who had this disturbing effect on the women who loved him,
slept soundly himself, one arm flung high above his tumbled head. And
if the sweet mother, who perforce had had to let her dying arms slip
from about her baby-boy, almost before his little feet could carry him
across a room, saw from above the pure radiance on his lips and brow as
he slept, she must have turned to the Emerald Throne with glad
thanksgiving for the answer vouchsafed to a dead mother's prayers.

* * * * *

"_And the evening and the morning were the third day._"

* * * * *

THE FOURTH DAY

CHRISTOBEL SIGNS HER NAME

"I am exhausted," said the Boy, reaching out a long arm, and securing
his third piece of hot buttered-toast. "I am ruffled. My usual calm
mental poise is overthrown--and on the Sabbath, of all days! Every
feather I possess has been rubbed up the wrong way." He lay back in
the depths of his chair, stretched out his legs, and looked dejectedly
at Christobel.

Her quiet smile enveloped him. Her look was as a cool touch on a hot
forehead.

"Poor Little Boy Blue! I thought something was wrong. I should feel a
keener anxiety, were the hot buttered-toast less obviously consoling."

"I'll jolly well never go again," said the Boy, with indignation. "Not
me!"

"Before you were born, Boy; when I went to school," said Miss
Charteris, "we were taught to say 'Not _I_.' And if you were to tell
me where you have been, on this Sabbath afternoon, I might be able to
give you more intelligent sympathy."

"I've been to a drawing-room meeting," said the Boy, "and I've heard a
woman hold forth. For an hour and a quarter, I've sat stuffed up,
breathing the atmosphere of other people's go-to-meeting clothes, and
heard a good lady go meandering on, while I had no room for my legs."

"I thought you seemed finding them extra long, Boy. Why did you go to
a drawing-room meeting?"

"I went," said the Boy, "because the dear old thing in whose house it
was held asked me to go. She used to know my mother. When I was at
Trinity she