he trotted to the head of the stairs and began to descend.
The Seraph and I kept close on either side of him, tightly holding his hands.
"She's in the parlour," I whispered, "and the Bishop's with her. Shall you go in?"
Granfa nodded solemnly.
We stood in the doorway of the sacred apartment. Even there, the spirit of the May morning seemed to have penetrated, for in the glass case a stuffed oriole had cocked his eye with a longing look at a withered nest that hung before him.
Mrs. Handsomebody had just finished her recital. "I thought I should have swooned," she said.
"And no wonder," replied the Bishop, "I'm quite sure I should have." Then he turned to us with a look of mingled amusement and concern. "Now what do you suppose I'm going to do with you Granfa?"
"Oh, parson, don't 'ee send me back to the work'us! If I bide there any longer, 'twill break my fine spirit."
"I am going to propose something very different," said the Bishop, kindly. "We need another sweeper and duster about the Cathedral, and if you think you are strong enough to wield a broom, you may earn a decent living. I know
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