There was a moment’s hush, and then Nature had its way. Unashamedly I burst into tears. Simeon Whey’s housekeeper kissed me on the neck just as the two fellow-members burst into a hymn; and a moment later, Charity and Understanding burst simultaneously into the doxology. Then I recovered myself and held up my hand. “I shall call him Augustus,” I said, “after myself.” “Or tin?” suggested Simeon Whey’s housekeeper. “What about calling him tin, after the saint?” “How do you mean tin?” I said. “Augus-tin,” said Charity. But I shook my head. “No, it shall be tus,” I said. “Tus is better than tin.” Then Charity and Understanding resumed the singing, from which the two fellow-members had been unable to desist, until after rapidly thinking, and coming to a further decision, I once again held up my hand. “And I shall give Simeon Whey,” I said, “the first opportunity of becoming Augustus’s godfather.” Then I took a deep breath, threw back my shoulders, tilted my chin, and closed my eyes; and with the full vigour of my immense voice, I too joined in the doxology. THE END ------------------------------------------------------------------------ MADE AND PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN. RICHARD CLAY & SONS, LIMITED, PRINTERS, BUNGAY, SUFFOLK. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ● Transcriber’s Notes: ○ Missing or obscured punctuation was silently corrected. ○ Typographical errors were silently corrected. ○ Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only when a predominant form was found in this book. ○ Text that was in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_).