It was the other eye which was next to Chris at prayers the following morning; but he saw his legs, and the servants had hardly got out of the hall before he shouted, "Pull up your stockings, Chris!"-- and then to Mother, "Why do you keep that sloven of a girl Bessy, if she can't dress the children decently?
But I can't conceive what made you put that child into knickerbockers, he can't keep his stockings up." "Yes, I can," said Christopher, calmly, looking at his legs.
"Then what have you got 'em down for ?" shouted Father.
"They're not all down," said Chris, his head still bent over his knees, till I began to fear he would have a fit.
"One of 'em is, anyhow.

I saw it at prayers.

Pull it up." "Two of them are," said Christopher, never lifting his admiring gaze from his stockings.

"Two of them are down, and two of them are up, quite up, quite tidy." Dear Father rubbed his glass and put it back into his eye.
"Why, how many stockings have you got on ?" "Four," said Chris, smiling serenely at his legs; "and it isn't Bessy's fault.

I put 'em all on myself, every one of them." At this minute James brought in the papers, and Father only laughed, and said, "I never saw such a chap," and began to read.