ges, booths, carts, and clustering crowds. Glory's eyes
seemed to leap out of her head. "It's a nation!" she said with panting
breath. "An empire!"

They were diving into these breaking, plashing, plunging waters of human
life with their multitudinous voices of laughter and speech, and Glory
was looking at a dark figure in the hollow below which seemed to stand up
above the rest, when Drake cried:

"Sit hard, everybody! We'll take the hill at a gallop."

Then to the crack of the whip, the whoop of the driver, and the blast of
the horn, the horses flew down like the wind. Betty screamed, Rosa
groaned, and Glory laughed and looked up at Drake in her delight. When
the coach drew up on the other side of the hollow, the bell was ringing
at the Grand Stand as signal for another race, and the dark figure had
disappeared.

III.

That morning, when John Storm went to take seven-o'clock celebration, the
knocker-up with his long stick had not yet finished his rounds in the
courts and alleys about the church, but the costers with their barrows
and donkeys, their wives and their children, were making an early start
for Epsom. There were many communicants, and it was eight o'clock before
he returned to his rooms. By that time the postman had made his first
delivery and there was a letter from the Prime Minister. "Come to Downing
Street as soon as this reaches you. I must see you immediately."

He ate his breakfast of milk and brown bread, said "Good-bye, Brother
Andrew, I shall be back for evening service," whistled to the dog, and
set out into the streets. But a sort of superstitious fear had taken hold
of him, as if an event of supreme importance in his life was impending,
and before answering his uncle's summons he made a round of the buildings
in the vicinity which were devoted to the work of his mission. His first
visit was to the school. The children had assembled, and they were being
marshalled in order by the Sisters and prepared for their hymn and
prayer.

"Good-morning, Father."

"Good-morning, children."

Many of them had presents for him--one a flower, another a biscuit,
another a marble, and yet another an old Christmas card. "God bless them,
and protect them!" he thought, and he left the school with a full heart.

His last visit was to the men's shelter which he had established under
the management of his former "organ man," Mr. Jupe. It was a bare place,
a shed which had been a stable and was now floo