would have thought those poor boys were her steps, not good old
Lamb's; whereas Felix always made a point of noticing them. Gus was
nine years old that last time he was there, while I was ill, and he
left such an impression as to make him the hero model.-—Aye, Gus is
first-rate."

"I am glad you have not altered the old shop and office."

"Catch me! But we are enlarging the reading-room, and the new press
demands space. Then there's a dining-room for the young men, and
what do you think I've got? We (not Froggatt, Underwood, and Lamb,
but the Church Committee) have bought St. Oswald's buildings for a
coffee hotel and young men's lodging-house."

"Our own, old house. Oh! is Edgar's Great Achilles there still?"

"I rushed up to see. Alas! the barbarians have papered him out. But
what do you think I've got? The old cupboard door where all our
heights were marked on our birthdays."

"He set it up in his office," said Gertrude. "I think he danced
round it. I know he brought me and all the children to adore it, and
showed us, just like a weather record, where every one shot up after
the measles, and where Clement got above you, Cherry, and Lance
remained a bonny shrimp."

"A great move, but it sounds comfortable," said Clement.

"Yes; for now Lance will get a proper luncheon, as he never has done
since dear old Mrs. Froggatt died," said Gertrude, "and he is an