him for it?'

'Yes, that I do; and do you remember how you wouldn't let me make
Godfrey hate him? Angel dear, I'm just wondering how soon I and
Godfrey and Penny and this house altogether would go to rack and ruin
without you.'

And so Godfrey went to school.

It certainly was hard work letting him go, and Penny wore the same face
all day as she had done when Angel had whipped him for disobedience,
and evidently thought everybody very hard-hearted. And the house did
seem fearfully empty and silent, especially in the first twilight hour,
when Angel and Betty sat together in the big chair where there had
always been room for a third.

Cousin Crayshaw arrived quite unexpectedly in the middle of the week,
and gave no explanation whatever of his coming, except that he had
brought Angelica a new book of poems; and how did he come to know Angel
liked poetry, for he never read it himself? And better than the
unexpected visit, almost better than the book, which Betty read till a
dreadful hour that night, was Mr. Crayshaw's sudden exclamation,

'Dear me, how one does miss that boy!'

He was nearly strangled the next moment by Betty's arms thrown round
his neck, and though he said,

'Elizabeth! Dear, dear, don't throttle me,' he did not seem angry.

Godfrey was just the sort of boy to get on well at school, and he was
soon popular both with boys and masters. In after years there was a
packet, put away among Angelica's more cherished possessions, and
ticketed, 'Letters written from school by my nephew Godfrey,' and I
think even the famous letter from the captain was not more read and
re-read. There was one in particular which, I believe, had some tears
dropped over it, though it was never shown to Martha and Penny as some
of the others were.

'My dear Aunt Angel,' it ran, 'I have had a fight. The boy I fought
was bigger than me. He gave me a black eye, but I gave him two. He
said something about you and aunt Betty, but he never will again.
Jones, who is the head of the school, says I am a good plucked one. He
put some raw meat on my eye for me. I thought you might find it useful
to know about it; it is the very best thing when anyone's knocked you
about, only be sure you put it on at once. I send a kiss to Aunt Betty
and one to Penny, and my love to Martha and Pete and Nancy and Kiah and
Cousin Crayshaw.

'Your affectionate nephew,
'GODFREY WYNDHAM.'

'It's like the champions in the days of c