out were placed upon his nose, and he was
only allowed to use one eye at a time, the other being blotted out by a
black disk in the spectacles. At last he looked through with both eyes
together at letters on a card, letters that were blacker and clearer
than any he had ever seen before . . . and the blinds were drawn up.

"Will you please tell me," Ger asked politely, "what is that curious
uniform you wear? I don't seem to have seen it before, an' I've seen a
great many."

The Myjor laughed. "It's my working kit; don't you like it?"

"Very much," said Ger, "I think you look like an angel."

"Really," said the Myjor. "I haven't met any, so I don't know."

"I haven't exactly met any," said Ger, "but I've seen portraits of two,
and . . . I know a lot about them."

"Now, young man, you listen to me," said the Ram-Corps Angel. "Eyes
are not my job really, but I'm glad you looked in to see me, for I'll
send you to someone who'll put you right and you'll read long before
the Kitten. She'll never catch you. Right away you'll go, she won't
be in the same field. You'd better go back now, or Mrs Grantly will be
wondering where you are--cheer up about that reading."

"Will I?" Ger asked breathlessly. "Shall I be able to get into the
Shop? They pill you for eyes, you know."

"Your eyes will be all right by the time you're ready for the Shop.
You see crooked just now, you know--and it wants correcting, that's
all."

"What?" cried Ger despairingly. "Do I squint?"

"Bless you, no; the sight of your two eyes is different, that's
all--when you get proper glasses you'll be right as rain. Lots of
people have it . . . if you'd been a Board School you'd have been seen
to long ago," he added, more to himself than to Ger.

Then Ger shook hands with the Ram-Corps Angel and walked rather slowly
and thoughtfully across the common to grandfather's house though the
wind was colder than ever. He forgot to look in at the Shop gate, but
the parade ground was empty. The cadets had finished drilling. Ger
had been so long in that darkened room.

He had lunch alone with his grannie, for grandfather was lunching at
his club. There was no poking of the Ffolliot children into
schoolrooms and nurseries for meals when they stayed with the ganpies.
His face was clean and his hair very smooth, and he held back Mrs
Granny's chair for her just as grandfather did. She stooped and kissed
the fresh, friendly little face and told him he