re,' Puck whispered. 'Let's
go to Panama Corner.'

He led them to the end of the south aisle, where there is a slab of iron
which says in queer, long-tailed letters: ORATE P. ANNEMA JHONE COLINE.
The children always called it Panama Corner.

The Archbishop moved slowly about the little church, peering at the old
memorial tablets and the new glass windows. The Lady who practises the
organ began to pull out stops and rustle hymn-books behind the screen.

'I hope she'll do all the soft lacey tunes--like treacle on porridge,'
said Una.

'I like the trumpety ones best,' said Dan. 'Oh, look at Wilfrid! He's
trying to shut the Altar-gates!'

'Tell him he mustn't,' said Puck, quite seriously.

He can't, anyhow,' Dan muttered, and tiptoed out of Panama Corner while
the Archbishop patted and patted at the carved gates that always sprang
open again beneath his hand.

'That's no use, sir,' Dan whispered. 'Old Mr Kidbrooke says Altar-gates
are just the one pair of gates which no man can shut. He made 'em so
himself.'

The Archbishop's blue eyes twinkled. Dan saw that he knew all about it.

'I beg your pardon,' Dan stammered--very angry with Puck.

'Yes, I know! He made them so Himself.' The Archbishop smiled, and
crossed to Panama Corner, where Una dragged up a certain padded
arm-chair for him to sit on.

The organ played softly. 'What does that music say?'he asked.

Una dropped into the chant without thinking: '"O all ye works of the
Lord, bless ye the Lord; praise him and magnify him for ever." We call
it the Noah's Ark, because it's all lists of things--beasts and birds
and whales, you know.'

'Whales?' said the Archbishop quickly.

'Yes--"O ye whales, and all that move in the waters,"' Una
hummed--'"Bless ye the Lord." It sounds like a wave turning over,
doesn't it?'

'Holy Father,' said Puck with a demure face, 'is a little seal also "one
who moves in the water"?'

'Eh? Oh yes--yess!' he laughed. 'A seal moves wonderfully in the waters.
Do the seal come to my island still?'

Puck shook his head. 'All those little islands have been swept away.'

'Very possible. The tides ran fiercely down there. Do you know the land
of the Sea-calf, maiden?'

'No--but we've seen seals--at Brighton.'

'The Archbishop is thinking of a little farther down the coast. He means
Seal's Eye--Selsey--down Chichester way--where he converted the South
Saxons,' Puck explained.

'Yes--yess; if the South Saxons did not convert me,'