fulness of time I be food for worms."
"Could Charles Augustus have a little of you?" asked The Seraph, sweetly.
"Ess Fay, he may have his share." It appeared that the story of Charles had been told before Angel and I had arrived.
"Well, you're not going to be deserted," said Angel, in his lordly way, "we'll just adopt you on our own. Mrs. Handsomebody won't let us have a dog, nor a guinea pig, nor rabbits, nor even a white rat, but, you bet, she's got to let us keep a grandfather, if we take him right home and say he's come for a visit, and, of course, father'll have to pay for his board. Let's do it, eh John?"
When Angel's eyes sparkled with a conquering light, few could resist him. Certainly not I, his faithful adherent. Anyway I wanted Granfa myself badly, so I nodded solemnly. "Let's."
"It'll be the greatest lark ever," he said, "and here comes the Bishop."
"Hand me my shoon, quick," said Granfa, nervously.
The Bishop was indeed coming slowly toward us, across the sun-lit meadow, carrying his rod in one hand, and in the other the tin containing Charles Augustus. By the time he had reached us Granfa had struggled into his boots and was standing, hat in hand, with an air of meek ex-
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