What should he get for his father?
"It must be a book," George suggested.
"But what kind of a book?
He has so many." "Something in Latin." The bookseller's window was filled with yellow-backed novels and toy-books, which obviously would not do.

So they marched in and demanded a book suitable for a clergyman who had a good many books already--"a middle-aged clergyman," George added.
"You can't go far wrong with this," suggested the bookseller, producing Crockford's "Clerical Directory" for the current year.
But this was too expensive; "and," said Taffy, "I think he would rather have something in Latin." The bookseller rubbed his chin, went to his shelves, and took down a small _De Imitatione Christi_, bound in limp calf.

"You can't go far wrong with this, either," he assured them.

So Taffy paid down his money.
Just as the boys reached the hotel, Sir Harry drove up in a cab; and five minutes later they were all rattling off to the railway station.
Taffy eyed the cab-horse curiously, never doubting it to be Sir Harry's new purchase; and was extremely surprised when the cabman whipped it up and trotted off--after receiving his money, too.
But in the bustle there was no time to ask questions.
It was about three in the afternoon, and the sun already low in the south-west, when they came in sight of the cross-roads and Sir Harry pulled up his bays.

And there, on the green by the sign-post, stood Mrs.Raymond.