Finally we decided to call him Henry Sydney, and, strange to say, it occurred to me it would be best as a rule to speak of him by his surname, while Harry was equally strong about calling him by his Christian name.

At last we agreed that when we, the authors, spoke of him it should be as Sydney, and that when the heroine or any one else mentioned his name it should be as Henry--Harry explaining that "as they're to be kids together there won't be anything strange in her calling him by his Christian name." The heroine, after much searching of heart, we christened Alicia Dearlove, and the villain Sarah Vixen.
The other names we made up from a local directory which we were lucky enough to stumble across in the pavilion.
Then came the formidable work of slicing up our novel into forty pieces.
We wrote the figures down the side of a long sheet of paper, and looked with something like dismay at the work we had set before us.
"Seems a lot of chapters," said Harry; "couldn't we make it thirty ?" "Wouldn't run to six shillings if we did," said I.
That settled it, and we set ourselves to fill up the blanks.
"Chapter the First," wrote I.

"Theft of Alicia--Sorrow of her Parents-- The Organ-grinder's Lodgings--Suspicions of the Police--The Hero in the Room underneath." "Hold hard!" cried Harry; "that's too much for one chapter.

We shall have to make that do for four of 'em, or else we shall run out in ten." "How on earth can you make four chapters of that ?" said I.
"Well, you can make `Theft of Alicia' spin out into one." "Oh, ah! Why, all there is to say is that Aunt Sarah--I mean Mother Vixen--came across her in the square and collared her.

However are you to make a dozen pages of that ?" "Oh," said Harry, "we shall have to make her call at public-houses on the way, and that sort of thing, and describe the scenery in the square, and have the nursemaid go off to see the militia band go by, and leave the baby on the seat.