'Beg your pardon, sir,' said a sergeant in charge of the baggage, 'but would you mind backin' a bit till we get the waggons past?'
'Certainly,' I said. 'You don't happen to have a rocking-horse among your kit, do you?'
The rattle of our reverse drowned his answer, but I saw his eyes. One of them was blackish-green, about four days old.
THE LEGEND OF MIRTH
The Four Archangels, so the legends tell,
Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Azrael,
Being first of those to whom the Power was shown,
Stood first of all the Host before The Throne,