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One Tuesday at dinner the five-year-old Agatha popped out a question-- "Daddy, if the Cafederal fell down while we were in school, would it fall on top of us ?" "God forbid, child.

But why ask such a question ?" "Because when we went to school this morning some workpeople had dug a hole, close by that end--quite a big pit it was.

So I went near the edge to look down, and one of the men said, 'Take care, missy, or you'll tumble in and be drowned.' I told him that I knew better, because people couldn't build cafederals on water.