"How do I know what is greatest,
How do I know what is least?
That is My Father's business,"
Said Eddi, Wilfrid's priest.

"But, three are gathered together—
Listen to me and attend.

I bring good news, my brethren!"
Said Eddi of Manhood End.

And he told the Ox of a manger
And a stall in Bethlehem,

And he spoke to the Ass of a Rider,

That rode to Jerusalem.

They steamed and dripped in the chancel,
They listened and never stirred,
While, just as though they were Bishops,
Eddi preached them The Word,

Till the gale blew off on the marshes
And the windows showed the day,
And the Ox and the Ass together
Wheeled and clattered away.

And when the Saxons mocked him,
Said Eddi of Manhood End,

"I dare not shut His chapel

On such as care to attend."

THE CONVERSION OF

TH

ST. WILFRID

HEY had bought peppermints up at the village, and were coming home past little St. Barnabas's church, when they saw Jimmy Kidbrooke, the carpenter's baby, kicking at the churchyard gate, with a shaving in his mouth and the tears running down his cheeks.

Una pulled out the shaving and put in a peppermint. Jimmy said he was looking for his granddaddy-he never seemed to take much notice of his father-so they went up between the old graves, under the leaf-dropping limes, to the porch, where Jim trotted in, looked about the empty church, and screamed like a gate-hinge.

Young Sam Kidbrooke's voice came from the bell-tower, and made them jump.

"Why, Jimmy," he called, "what are you doin' here? Fetch him, Father!"

Old Mr. Kidbrooke stumped downstairs, jerked Jimmy on to his shoulder, stared at the children.

beneath his brass spectacles, and stumped back again. They laughed: it was so exactly like Mr. Kidbrooke.

"It's all right," Una called up the stairs. "We found him, Sam. Does his mother know?"

"He's come off by himself. She'll be just about crazy," Sam answered.

"Then I'll run down street and tell her." Una darted off.

"Thank you, Miss Una. Would you like to see how we're mendin' the bell-beams, Mus' Dan?"

Dan hopped up, and saw young Sam lying on his stomach in a most delightful place among beams and ropes, close to the five great bells. Old Mr. Kidbrooke on the floor beneath was planing a piece of wood, and Jimmy was eating the shavings as fast as they came away. He never looked at Jimmy; Jimmy never stopped eating; and the broad gilt-bobbed pendulum of the church clock never stopped swinging across the white-washed wall of the tower.

Dan winked through the sawdust that fell on his up-turned face. "Ring a bell," he called.

"I mustn't do that, but I'll buzz one of 'em a bit for you," said Sam. He pounded on the sound-bow of the biggest bell, and waked a hollow groaning boom that ran up and down the tower like creepy feelings down your back. Just when it almost be

gan to hurt, it died away in a hurry of beautiful sorrowful cries, like a wine-glass rubbed with a wet finger. The pendulum clanked-one loud clank to each silent swing.

Dan heard Una return from Mrs. Kidbrooke's, and ran down to fetch her. She was standing by the font staring at some one who kneeled at the altar rail.

"Is that the lady who practises the organ?" she whispered.

"No. She's gone into the organ-place. Besides, she wears black," Dan replied.

The figure rose and came down the nave. It was a white-haired man in a long white gown with a sort of scarf looped low on the neck, one end hanging over his shoulder. His loose long sleeves were embroidered with gold, and a deep strip of gold embroidery waved and sparkled round the hem of

his gown.

"Go and meet him," said Puck's voice behind the font. "It's only Wilfrid."

"Wilfrid who?" said Dan. "You come along

too."

"Wilfrid-Saint of Sussex, and Archbishop of York. I shall wait till he asks me." He waved them forward. Their feet squeaked on the old grave slabs in the centre aisle. The Archbishop raised one hand with a pink ring on it, and said

something in Latin. He was very handsome, and his thin face looked almost as silvery as his thin circle of hair.

"Are you alone?" he asked.

"Puck's here, of course," said Una. "Do you know him?"

"I know him better now than I used to." He beckoned over Dan's shoulder, and spoke again in Latin. Puck pattered forward, holding himself as straight as an arrow. The Archbishop smiled.

"Be welcome," said he. "Be very welcome." "Welcome to you also, O Prince of the Church," Puck replied. The Archbishop bowed his head and passed on, till he glimmered like a white moth in the shadow by the font.

"He does look awfully princely," said Una. "Isn't he coming back?"

"Oh yes. He's only looking over the church. He's very fond of churches," said Puck. "What's that?"

The Lady who practises the organ was speaking to the blower-boy behind the organ-screen. "We can't very well talk here," Puck whispered. "Let's go to Panama Corner."

He led them to the end of the south aisle, where there is a slab of iron which says in queer, longtailed letters: Orate p. annema Jhone Coline. The children always called it Panama Corner.

The Archbishop moved slowly about the little