I didn't like to tell him at first; and then I thought that was cowardly, so I said: "I want to be a servant of Jesus Christ, and He says, 'Go and help others,' and then I have to go. It's what I call one of my go's." Captain Rogers didn't laugh. "Tell me more, little Grisel," he said. "I think," I said more cheerfully, "I like my 'go's' better than my 'do's.' It's doing things at home I don't like—mending stockings, and helping Aunt Mildred about the house. But of course I ought to like them. Didn't I tell you about the motto father said to me—the one in our church at the knight's feet? 'Semper fidelis, semper paratus.' That's a perfect servant, and that's what I'm trying to be!" "Yes," he said, looking at me very steadily, "and that's what you will succeed in being. Good-bye, child; I must be moving on. I'll send you the chair—I won't forget. And you'll all have to come to a farewell party of mine on Saturday. I'll send you a proper invitation." "That will be lovely!" I cried excitedly. And then I ran straight off, and told Annie all about our lost donkey and the chair. She had heard about Andy, so didn't expect a drive, but I promised to go and sit with her instead, and so I did. And first we had a reading-lesson, and then I read her a story-book. On Saturday morning, we all set off for another good hunt for Andy. Puff didn't come with us, as Aunt Mildred thought he would be tired for our party. Captain Rogers had asked us to come at three o'clock in the afternoon, and we never came home as a rule till eight o'clock. We liked to stay at the farm as long as we possibly could. Well, Denys said when we got to the cross-roads that we had better each take a different road, and go along as far as ever we could, but I didn't think that at all a good plan. Lynette never walked out alone very far, and father didn't like me to do it either. So then Denys got out a map. "Look here!" he said. "I've been thinking that each of these roads leads to villages and towns, and those are the places to get to. Now we'll see from this map the nearest one that we haven't been to, and we'll walk to that." So we all looked, and after a great deal of talking we found that there was a village or town called Rockwell about five miles off. Well, we started off. We were very good walkers, and Lynette had walked ten miles before this. Denys said that the following Saturday we must take another road in the same way. I suppose we had gone about three miles, when Aylwin suddenly climbed up into a hedge to get some specially fine-looking blackberries. And then he gave a yell, which sent us all rushing to him. There in the ditch, almost hidden by dead bracken, was a piece of black-and-white shawl! We scraped it all out, and found the four trousers with my big stitches in them. We looked at each other, not knowing whether to be filled with joy or horror. "We're on his track at last!" said Denys.