Chapter XII: (viewed by Henry W. Lucy.) (3)

"There he is," said James; "there he is--picking up the damaged soldiers and trying to bend them straight and set them on their legs again; checking epidemics and diseases arising from the privations and calamities of war, assuaging suffering, and curing and comforting thousands. You'll lose your comet, William--come, confess it!"

"Bah!" said William. "You don't know much of the ways of this pet fancy of yours, the inhabitants of that globule. See--they are about to show their gratitude to our three babies by conferring rewards----"

"They're looking towards my baby, the Healer!" shouted James, excitedly.

Even William was interested out of his wonted calm by the situation.

"They're handing him something done up in paper. What is it?" he shouted.

"A baronetcy--there!" shouted James. "And now they're turning to the Thinner-Out who defended one-half of the world! See--what's that they hand to him?"

"A dukedom!" shouted William. "Wait a bit--wait a bit--don't crowd on to my toes--you can see where you are. Now--they're turning towards----"

"Your Bully, the Champion Thinner-Out. They're handing him--don't shove----"

"Well--what?" screamed William.

"An Imperial Crown!" gasped James.

* * * * *

Reader, if you do not believe in William's theory, search your "Burke" for a physician qualified to sit in the House of Lords.

J. F. SULLIVAN.

Pal's Puzzle Page.

Ye Hatte & Shoehorne

FIND THE CYCLIST.

FIND HER VALENTINE.

WHERE'S THE FERRYMAN?]

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