The vicar turned to us, gravely.
"There is one thing we can all do," he said; "we ought to have thought
of it first, and it is surely the best."
As we parted, the poet turned to me.
"I will take him over the downs with me to-morrow; they always appeal to
Tommy, and one is never saner, or nearer to God, or more ready for
repentance, than out there upon the ranges."
There was a sound of wheels down the lane, and in a minute the doctor
drove by.
"Hullo," he called out, cheerily, "I have just got myself a new bat."