so unlike his mother's. "What are their names? Are any of them called Tommy?"
"I don't think so," she replied. "One of them is called Athanasius, I believe. I forget about the others."
"Why is he called Athanasius?"
"After the great Athanasius, I suppose."
"And who was the great Athanasius?"
"Oh—the well—well, he wrote a creed, Tommy; but you couldn't understand about that yet. You are too young."
"I don't think you know who the great Athanasius was much, Cousin Betty," said the boy, scrutinising her very closely, and trying to discover why her hair was so very light and her eyebrows were so very dark. "And you say they all wear spectacles. Can't they see without?"
Mrs. Windsor looked rather distractedly towards Lady Locke, who was reading a military article in the Pall Mall Magazine with deep attention.
"They can see a little without, I suppose, but not very much."
"Then are they blind?"
"No, only short-sighted. And then their father is a clergyman, you know, and clergymen generally wear spectacles. So perhaps they inherit it."
