AFTER hours of persistent pursuit and persecution, the little prince was at

Last deserted by the rabble and left to himself. As long as he had been able to

Rage against the mob, and threaten it royally, and royally utter commands

That were good stuff to laugh at, he was very entertaining; but when weariness

Finally forced him to be silent, he was no longer of use to his tormentors, and

They sought amusement elsewhere. He looked about him now, but could not

Recognize the locality. He was within the city of London — that was all he

Knew. He moved on, aimlessly, and in a little while the houses thinned, and the

Passers-by were infrequent. He bathed his bleeding feet in the brook which

Flowed then where Farringdon Street now is; rested a few moments, then

Passed on, and presently came upon a great space with only a few scattered

Houses in it, and a prodigious church. He recognized this church. Scaffoldings

Were about, everywhere, and swarms of workmen; for it was undergoing

Elaborate repairs. The prince took heart at once — he felt that his troubles

were at an end now. He said to himself, 'It is the ancient Grey Friars' church,

Which the king my father hath taken from the monks and given for a home

forever for poor and forsaken children, and new-named it Christ's church.

Right gladly will they serve the son of him who hath done so generously by