coated boy. Then the mob cheered for the Chief Barber, and I saw that my successor was already chosen.
We left that afternoon, and purely as a matter of humanity took the linen-coated boy with us; for I felt sure that he would not be popular nor long-lived if he should remain at home. He is a little afraid of me, but is useful.
We made our way to Calcutta, and took the steamer for Liverpool.
At this moment Mr. Mudjahoy was interrupted. His graceful wife came to his chair and touched him on the shoulder.
"Come," she said. "It is chilly on deck."
"Certainly," answered Mudjahoy, rising; "but let me first present my friend to you."
I was presented, and soon after said:
"Mr. Mudjahoy disbelieves the fairy tales."
"I do not understand?" said Mrs. Mudjahoy.
"He thinks that the hero and princess are not always 'happy ever after,'" I said.
"Why,—but they are!" said Mrs. Mudjahoy. "Are n't they, Chubaiboy?"
"On reflection, I think they are!" said he.
Then they bade me good-night.
