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We were delighted with Granfa. It seemed to us that the acquiring of him was the finest thing we had yet done. This elation of spirit remained with us during all the drive home. The grey old town was wrapped in a golden mist of romance; its windows reflected the fire of the sunset. It was not until we had separated from the Bishop and stood, a group of four, before Mrs.

Ay but the work'us was good enough for old Granfa. 'Darn'ee, says I to Philip, 'there's life in the old dog yet, and I'll escape from here in the fulness of time! Which I did." We grouped ourselves about him in easy attitudes of attention. We felt strangely drawn to this ancient rebel against authority.

When Angel's eyes sparkled with a conquering light, few could resist him. Certainly not I, his faithful adherent. Anyway I wanted Granfa myself badly, so I nodded solemnly. "Let's." "It'll be the greatest lark ever," he said, "and here comes the Bishop." "Hand me my shoon, quick," said Granfa, nervously.

"Please, sir," I said, politely, "this nice old man has been turned out by his grandsons, and he's on his way to town, where he's got some kind grandsons " "Fwee of 'em," put in The Seraph. "And we were wondering," I hurried on, "if you'd give him a lift that far." "I expect you're tired out," said the Bishop, kindly, turning to Granfa.

No; Granfa must be accounted for, and that soon. "Better go round to the back," suggested Angel, "and tackle Mary Ellen first." So we traversed the chill passage between the tall houses, and softly lifted the latch of the kitchen door.

Mary Ellen had gone downstairs to prepare her place in the scullery, so we climbed on the bed with him, making believe it was a smuggler's cutter, and had many hair-raising adventures that were brought to an end, at last, by the discovery that Granfa was fast asleep.

The Bishop spoke first. "I think she'll get him," he said musingly. "She's got a sort of cave-woman look, and she has no petticoats to impede her." "Ess fay," assented Granfa, "her'll get him, and hold him fast too, I'll be bound. A terr'ble powerful worm."

The Bishop was indeed coming slowly toward us, across the sun-lit meadow, carrying his rod in one hand, and in the other the tin containing Charles Augustus. By the time he had reached us Granfa had struggled into his boots and was standing, hat in hand, with an air of meek expectancy.

"Look here, now," said Mary Ellen, in an aside, to us, "he seems a nice ould gentlemin enough, but think av the throuble ye got us in over Giftie, sure I won't have yez experimentalling wid grandfathers." Granfa appeared to have overheard, for he spoke up. "I just want to bide here a little while, my dearie, till I hear from my son in South Americer.

Handsomebody, in purple dressing-gown and red woollen slippers, stood in a listening attitude, her gaze bent on the door that hid Granfa. "Are you aware of the hour?" she demanded peremptorily. "Rise at once and open this door."