... "_Halle-lu-u-ja-ah!_" vociferated the Albert Hall organ with an air of triumphant finality. Brian Vereker turned to his youngest son with the ready sympathy of one child for another child's games. "That's right, Tony! That's the stuff! Good old George Frederick! _He_ knew the meaning of the word music--eh?" "Yes--George Fwederick!" echoed the organist. "_And_ Arthur Seymour, daddy! You've just missed 'The Lost Chord.'" "Ah," said the Rector in a tone of genuine regret, "that's a pity. But we had the Seventy-Eighth Psalm to-night, and I'm later than usual." "Quadruple chant?" inquired Tony professionally. "Rather! But is your recital quite over, boyo?" "Yes--bedtime!" replied the organist, with a reproachful glance in the direction of his eldest sister. "Run along, dear!" was all the comfort he received from that inflexible despot. "All right! I must lock up, though." Master Tony removed the last number from the mantelpiece, disintegrated his keyboard and packed it up with the other bricks, and drawing aside the window-curtain remarked solemnly into the dark recess behind it-- "That will be all to-night, organ-blower. You can go home now." To which a husky and ventriloquial voice replied-- "Thank you kindly, Mr Handel, sir. Good-night." "Now," concluded Mr Handel, turning to his elders with the air of a martyr addressing a group of arena lions, "I'm ready!" "Take him up, Cilly dear," said Daphne. "I must look after dad's supper." "Come on, Tony," said Cilly, uncoiling her long legs from under her and rising from the hearthrug. "Righto!" said Tony. "You be a cart-horse and I'll be a broken-down motor." Monica Cecilia Vereker meekly complied, and departed upstairs, towing the inanimate mechanism of the inventive Anthony behind her bump by bump, utilising her sash, which she had removed for the purpose, as a tow-rope. "Ally and Stiffy," commanded Daphne, turning to the two remaining members of the family, "you'd better go and pump the cistern full. Saturday night, you know, and the kids' baths have just been filled; so look sharp before the boiler bursts."