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 50 ''opinions—only eight, Jack!—a venerable horse-hair atrocity which she calls her bustle! I have just burnt it, and the child is asleep in my bed as I write. She will come to me at once. Punch I cannot quite understand. He is well nourished, but seems to have been worried into a system of small deceptions which the woman magnifies into deadly sins. Don't you recollect our own upbringing, dear, when the Fear of the Lord was so often the beginning of falsehood? I shall win Punch to me before long. I am taking the children away into the country to get them to know me, and, on the whole, I am content, or shall be when you come home, dear boy, and then, thank God, we shall be all under one roof again at last!''

Three months later, Punch, no longer Black Sheep, had discovered that he is the veritable owner of a real, live, lovely Mamma, who is also a sister, comforter and friend, and that he must protect her till the Father comes home. Deception does not suit the part of a protector, and, when one can do anything without question, where is the use of deception?

"Mother would be awfully cross if you walked through that ditch," says Judy, continuing a conversation.

"Mother's never angry," says Punch. "She'd just say, 'you're a little stupid'; and that's not nice, but I'll show."

Punch walks through the ditch, and mires himself to the knees. "Mother, dear," he shouts, "I'm just as dirty as I can pos-sib-ly be! "

"Then change your clothes as quickly as you pos-sib-ly can!" rings out Mother's clear voice from the house. "don't be a little stupid!"

"There! Told you so," says Punch. "It's all different now, and we are just as much Mother's as if she had never gone."

Not altogether, O Punch, for when young lips have drunk deep of the bitter waters of Hate, Suspicion and Despair, all the Love in the world will not wholly take away that knowledge; though it may turn darkened eyes for a while to the light, and teach Faith where no Faith was.