T crossed his mind that the thanks must come quickly, or

[Hagele Enke]

Old man, whose temper was malignant. "Well,
I wish you joy of your crew. A secret drinker like Plant, for
instance! And your friend Bonaday, in his second childhood--" "Bonaday
will
have nothing to do with us." "Ah?" Brother
Biscoe shot him a sidelong glance. "He's
more pleasantly occupied, perhaps?--if it's true what they tell me."
"It never is," said Brother Copas imperturbably; "though I haven't a
notion to what you refer." "But surely you've heard?" "Nothing: and if
it concerns Bonaday, you'd best hold your tongue just now; for here he
is." Brother Bonaday in fact, with Nurse Branscome and Corona, at that
moment emerged from the doorway of his lodgings, not ten paces distant
from the steps of the Hundred Men's Hall. The three
paused, just outside--the Nurse and Corona to await the procession of
Visitors, due
now at any moment. Brother Bonaday stood and blinked
in the strong sunlight: but the child, catching sight of Brother Copas
as
he left Brother Biscoe and hurried towards her, ran to meet him with a
friendly nod. "I've come out to watch the
procession," she announced. "That's all we women are allowed; while
you--Branny says there's to be ducks and green peas! Did you
know that?" "Surely you must have observed my elation?" Brother Copas
stood and smiled at her, leaning on his staff. "The Bishop wears
gaiters they tell me; and the Master too. I saw them coming out of
Chapel in their surplices, and the Chaplain with the Bishop's staff:
but Branny wouldn't let me go

to the service. She said I must be tired after my journey. So I went
to the lodge instead and made friends
with Brother Manby. I didn't," said Corona candidly, "make very good
weather with Brother
Manby, just at first. He began by asking 'Well, and oo's child might
_you_ be?'--and when I told him, he said, 'Ow's anyone to know
_that_?' That amused
me, of course." "Did it?" asked Brother Copas in slight astonishment.
"Because," the child explained, "I'd been told that English people
dropped their h's; but Brother Manby was the first I'd heard

doing it, and it seemed too good to be true. _You_ don't drop your
h's; and nor does Daddy, nor Branny." Brother Copas chuckled. "Don't
reproach us," he pleaded. "You see, you've taken us at unawares more
or less. But if it really please you--" "You


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