And I wish you many happy returns of the day." And he finally fastened it round my neck with his Trichinopoli watch-chain, leaving his watch loose in his waistcoat-pocket.

The locket and chain pleased me, and I suffered him to carry me to bed.

Then, as he was parting from me, I thought of my father again, and asked: "Do you think the angels have fetched Papa _now_, Mr.George ?" "I think they have, Margery." Whereupon I cried myself to sleep.

And this was my sixth birthday..