Ho, this is a encouragement to honesty, I don't think." Mighty in tongue and knee and elbow was an unknown knight, ever conspicuous; it might be but by a leg waving for one brief moment in the air.

He did not want to go in, would not go in though they went on their blooming knees to him; he was after a viper of the name of Tommy.

Half an hour had not tired him, and he was leading another assault, when a magnificent lady, such as you see in wax-works, appeared in the vestibule and made some remark to a policeman, who then shouted: "If so there be hany lad here called Shovel, he can step forrard." A dozen lads stepped forward at once, but a flail drove them right and left, and the unknown knight had mounted the parapet amid a shower of execrations.

"If you are the real Shovel," the lady said to him, "you can tell me how this proceeds, 'I love my dear father and my dear mother--' Go on." Shovel obeyed, tremblingly.

"And all the dear little kids at 'ome.