nner and come fishing with me tomorrow, because you're
over-worked and need a rest."

'"I wish you'd keep yon brute in its proper place," I said, and Eddi, my
chaplain, agreed.

'"I do," said Meon. "I keep him just next my heart. He can't tell a lie,
and he doesn't know how to love any one except me. It 'ud be the same if
I were dying on a mud-bank, wouldn't it, Padda?"

'"Augh! Augh!" said Padda, and put up his head to be scratched.

'Then Meon began to tease Eddi: "Padda says, if Eddi saw his Archbishop
dying on a mud-bank Eddi would tuck up his gown and run. Padda knows
Eddi can run too! Padda came into Wittering Church last Sunday--all
wet--to hear the music, and Eddi ran out."

'My good Eddi rubbed his hands and his shins together, and flushed.
"Padda is a child of the Devil, who is the father of lies!" he cried,
and begged my pardon for having spoken. I forgave him.

'"Yes. You are just about stupid enough for a musician," said Meon. "But
here he is. Sing a hymn to him, and see if he can stand it. You'll find
my small harp beside the fireplace."

'Eddi, who is really an excellent musician, played and sang for quite
half an hour. Padda shuffled off his ox-hide, hunched himself on his
flippers before him, and listened with his head thrown back. Yes--yess!
A rather funny sight! Meon tried not to laugh, and asked Eddi if he were
satisfied.

'It takes some time to get an idea out of my good Eddi's head. He looked
at me.

'"Do you want to sprinkle him with holy water, and see if he flies up
the chimney? Why not baptize him?" said Meon.

'Eddi was really shocked. I thought it was bad taste myself.

'"That's not fair," said Meon. "You call him a demon and a familiar
spirit because he loves his master and likes music, and when I offer you
a chance to prove it you won't take it. Look here! I'll make a bargain.
I'll be baptized if you'll baptize Padda too. He's more of a man than
most of my slaves."

'"One doesn't bargain--or joke--about these matters," I said. He was
going altogether too far.

'"Quite right," said Meon; "I shouldn't like any one to joke about
Padda. Padda, go down to the beach and bring us tomorrow's weather!"

'My good Eddi must have been a little over-tired with his day's work.
"I am a servant of the church," he cried. "My business is to save souls,
not to enter into fellowships and understandings with accursed beasts."

'"Have it your own narrow way," said Meon. "Padda, you needn't go."