ough I mean to
call him Timmy for short. But the point is, he's becoming rather a
question."

"In what way?"

"Well, you see, I have to take him to bed with me. He insists on it,
which is all very well," continued Corona, nodding sagely, "but one
can't allow it in the same clothes day and night. It's like what
Uncle Copas says of Brother Plant's linen; it positively isn't
_sanitary_."

"I see," said Branny, laughing. "You want me to make a change of
garments for him?"

"I've examined him," answered Corona. "There's a stitch here and
there, but on the whole he'll unbutton quite easily; only I didn't
like to do it until I'd consulted you. . . . And I don't want you to
bother about the clothes, if you'll only show me how to cut out.
I can sew quite nicely. Mamma taught me. I was making a sampler all
through her illness--_Corona Bonaday, Aged Six Years and Three
Months_; then the big and little ABC, and the numbers up to ten;
after that the Lord's Prayer down to _Forgive us our trespasses_.
When we got to that she died. . . . I want to begin with a suit of
pajamas--no, I forgot; they're _py_jamas over here. Whatever
happens, I _do_ want him to be a gentleman," concluded Corona
earnestly.

The end was that Nurse Branscome hunted up a piece of coloured
flannel, and Master Timothy that same evening was stripped to indue a
pyjama suit. Corona carried him thus attired off to her bed in
triumph--but not to sleep. Brother Bonaday, lying awake, heard her
voice running on and on in a rapid monotone. Ten o'clock struck, and
he could endure the sound no longer. It seemed to him that she must
be rambling in delirium, and slipping on his dressing-gown, he stole
to her chamber door.

"Cannot you get to sleep, little maid?"

"Is that you, daddy?" answered Corona. "I am so sorry, but Timmy and
I have been arguing. He's such a queer child; he has a lingering
belief in the House of Lords!"

"Now I wonder how she gets at that?" mused Brother Bonaday when he
reported the saying to Copas.

"Very simply we shall find; but you must give me a minute or so to
think it out."

"To be sure, with her American up-bringing there might naturally grow
an instinctive disrespect for the hereditary principle."

"I have not observed that disrespect in Americans," answered Brother
Copas dryly. "But we'll credit it to them if you will; and there at
once you have a capital reason why our little Miss Bull should
worship the House