-bobbed pendulum
of the church clock never stopped swinging across the white-washed wall
of the tower.

Dan winked through the sawdust that fell on his upturned face. 'Ring a
bell,' he called.

'I mustn't do that, but I'll buzz one of 'em a bit for you,' said Sam.
He pounded on the sound-bow of the biggest bell, and waked a hollow
groaning boom that ran up and down the tower like creepy feelings down
your back. Just when it almost began to hurt, it died away in a hurry of
beautiful sorrowful cries, like a wine-glass rubbed with a wet finger.
The pendulum clanked--one loud clank to each silent swing.

Dan heard Una return from Mrs Kidbrooke's, and ran down to fetch her.
She was standing by the font staring at some one who kneeled at the
Altar-rail.

'Is that the Lady who practises the organ?' she whispered.

'No. She's gone into the organ-place. Besides, she wears black,' Dan
replied.

The figure rose and came down the nave. It was a white-haired man in
a long white gown with a sort of scarf looped low on the neck, one end
hanging over his shoulder. His loose long sleeves were embroidered with
gold, and a deep strip of gold embroidery waved and sparkled round the
hem of his gown.

'Go and meet him,' said Puck's voice behind the font. 'It's only
Wilfrid.'

'Wilfrid who?' said Dan. 'You come along too.'

'Wilfrid--Saint of Sussex, and Archbishop of York. I shall wait till
he asks me.' He waved them forward. Their feet squeaked on the old
grave-slabs in the centre aisle. The Archbishop raised one hand with a
pink ring on it, and said something in Latin. He was very handsome, and
his thin face looked almost as silvery as his thin circle of hair.

'Are you alone?' he asked.

'Puck's here, of course,' said Una. 'Do you know him?'

'I know him better now than I used to.' He beckoned over Dan's shoulder,
and spoke again in Latin. Puck pattered forward, holding himself as
straight as an arrow. The Archbishop smiled.

'Be welcome,' said he. 'Be very welcome.'

'Welcome to you also, O Prince of the church,' Puck replied.

The Archbishop bowed his head and passed on, till he glimmered like a
white moth in the shadow by the font.

'He does look awfully princely,' said Una. 'Isn't he coming back?'

'Oh yes. He's only looking over the church. He's very fond of churches,'
said Puck. 'What's that?'

The Lady who practices the organ was speaking to the blower-boy behind
the organ-screen. 'We can't very well talk he