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f the old book." I dared not tell him that the dwarf was not in the old book. I said: "My dear Chris, you really are discontented; we can't all have double names. Adela has only one name, she is Weeding Woman and nothing else; and I have only one name, I'm Traveller's Joy, and that's all." "But you and Adela are girls," said Chris complacently. "The boys have two names." I suppressed some resentment, for Christopher's eyes were beginning to look weary, and said: "Shall I read to you for a bit?" "No, don't read. Tell me things out of the old book. Tell me about the Queen's flowers. Don't tell me about daffodils, they make me think what a long way off my birthday is, and I'm quite discontented enough." And Chris sighed, and lay down on the grass, with one arm under his head, and his fan in his hand; and, as well as I could remember, I told him all about the different varieties of Cowslips, down to the Franticke, or Foolish Cowslip, and he became quite happy. Dear Father is rather short sighted, but he can hold a round glass in his eye without cutting himself. It was the other eye which was next to Chris at prayers the following morning; but he saw his legs, and the servants had hardly got out of the hall before he shouted "Pull up your stockings, Chris!"--and then to Mother, "Why do you keep that sloven of a girl Bessy, if she can't dress the children decently? But I can't conceive what made you put that child into knickerbockers, he can't keep his stockings up." "Yes I can," said Christopher, calmly, looking at his legs. "Then what have you got 'em down for?" shouted Father. "They're not all down," said Chris, his head still bent over his knees, till I began to fear he would have a fit. "One of 'em is, anyhow. I saw it at prayers. Pull it up." "Two of them are," said Christopher, never lifting his admiring gaze from his stockings. "Two of them are down, and two of them are up, quite up, quite tidy." Dear Father rubbed his glass and put it back into his eye. "Why, how many stockings have you got on?" "Four," said Chris, smiling serenely at his legs; "and it isn't Bessy's fault. I put 'em all on myself, everyone of them." At this minute James brought in the papers, and Father only laughed, and said, "I never saw such a chap," and began to read. He is very fond of Christopher, and Chris is never afraid of him. I was going out of the room, and Chris followed me into the hall, and drew
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