Eagerly she opened the box; but though she exclaimed "It's very pretty!" she really felt a good deal disappointed. For it was only a queer, old-fashioned light gold locket. In tiny diamonds--they were real diamonds, but Polly did not know that--were set the words "_Rule Britannia_," and below the words was a funny little enamel picture of a sailing-ship. Not the sort of thing she would care to wear, excepting just to please Manfred. "You can put that on the chain I gave you," he said. "It looks nice and patriotic. And about this evening--well, I've changed my mind. You need not stop in for Mrs. Bauer. Just say how-d'ye-do to her, and then go out--to the Deanery if you like. You see that I trust you, Polly;" his face stiffened, a frown came over it. "I have written a letter to the Dean for you to take; you may read it if you like." She drew the bit of paper out of the envelope with a good deal of curiosity. Whatever could Manfred have to write to the Dean about? True, he was fond of writing letters, and he expressed himself far better than most Englishmen of his station. Polly had quite a nice packet of his love-letters, which, at the time she had received them, had delighted her by their flowery appropriateness of language, and quaint, out-of-the-way expressions. "MOST REVEREND SIR"--so ran Manfred Hegner's letter to the Dean. "I wish to thank you for your kindness to me during the last few eventful days. I have endeavoured to deserve it in every way possible. I trust you will approve of a step I propose taking on Monday. That is, to change my name to Alfred Head. As you impressed upon me, Reverend Sir, in the interview you were good enough to grant me, I am now an Englishman, with all the duties as well as the privileges of this great nation. So it is best I have a British name. I am taking steps to have my new name painted up outside the Stores, and I am informing by circular all those whom it may concern. Your interest in me, Reverend Sir, has made me venture to tell you, before any one else, of the proposed alteration. I therefore sign myself, most Reverend Sir, "Yours very faithfully, "ALFRED HEAD." "I think Head is a horrid name!" said his wife imprudently. "I don't think 'Polly Head' is half as nice as 'Polly Hegner.' Why, mother used to know a horrid old man called Head. He was a scavenger, and he only cleaned himself once a year--on Christmas Day!" Then, as she saw the thunderclouds gathering, she exclaimed in a rather frightened tone, "But don't mind what _I_ say, Manfred. You know best. I daresay I'll get used to it soon!" As they went downstairs Polly had been thinking. "I fancy you've had this in your mind for some time." "What makes you fancy that?" he asked. "Because we've so near got to the end of our stock of cards and bill-heads," she said, "and you wouldn't let me order any more last week."