"Upside down?" He stared at her with great owl's eyes, offended, suspecting her this time of an outrageous levity. "Yes. Really upside down. You see, the heads go in this order--Defence of Private Property; Defence of Capital; Defence of Liberty; Defence of Government; Defence of the Empire; Danger of Revolution, Communism and Bolshevism; Every Man's Duty. Why not reverse them? Every Man's Duty; Danger of Bolshevism, Communism and Revolution; Defence of the Empire; Defence of Government; Defence of Liberty; Defence of Capital; Defence of Private Property." "That's an idea," said Fanny. "Not at all a bad idea," said Mr. Waddington. "You might take down the heads in that order." Barbara took them down, and it was agreed that they presented a very original appearance thus reversed; and, as Barbara pointed out, the one order was every bit as logical as the other; and though Mr. Waddington objected that he would have preferred to close on the note of Government and Empire, he was open to the suggestion that, while this might appeal more to the county, with the farmers and townspeople, capital and private property would strike further home. And by the time he had changed "combat the forces of disorder" to "take a stand against anarchy and disruption," and "spirit of freedom in this country" to "British genius for liberty," and "darkest hour in England's history" to "blackest period in the history of England," he was persuaded that the prospectus was now entirely and absolutely his own. "But I think we must sound the note of hope to end up with. My own message. How about 'We must remember that the darkest hour comes before dawn'?" "My dear Horatio, if you inflate yourself so over your prospectus, you'll have no wind left when you come to speak. Be as wildly original as you please, but _don't_ be wasteful and extravagant." "All right, Fanny. I will reserve the dawn. Please make a note of that, Miss Madden. Speech. 'Blackest'--or did I say 'darkest'?--'hour before dawn.'" "You'd better reserve all you can," said Fanny. When Barbara had typed the prospectus, Mr. Waddington insisted on taking it to Pyecraft himself. He wanted to insure its being printed without delay, and to arrange for the posters and handbills; he also wanted to see the impression it would make on Pyecraft and on the young lady in Pyecraft's shop. He liked to think of the stir in the composing room when it was handed in, and of the importance he was conferring on Pyecraft. "You haven't said what you think of the prospectus," said Fanny, as they watched him go. "I haven't said what I think of the League of Liberty." "What _do_ you think of it?" "I think it looks as if somebody was in an awful funk; and I don't see that there's going to be much liberty about it." "That," said Fanny, "is how it struck me. But it'll keep Horatio quiet for the next six months." "_Quiet_? And afterwards?" "Oh, afterwards there'll be his book." "I'd forgotten his book."