on the edge of the sofa which was his bed, staring at the prospect

before him. "Chasing the O' Man about up to the last," he said.

He hated the thought and elaboration of death as a healthy animal must

hate it. His mind struggled with unwonted social problems.

Got to put 'em away somehow, I suppose," said Mr. Polly.

Wish I'd looked him up a bit more while he was alive," said Mr.

Polly.

Bereavement came to Mr. Polly before the realisation of opulence and

its anxieties and responsibilities. That only dawned upon him on the

morrow--which chanced to be Sunday--as he walked with Johnson before

church time about the tangle of struggling building enterprise that

constituted the rising urban district of Easewood. Johnson was off

duty that morning, and devoted the time very generously to the

admonitory discussion of Mr. Polly's worldly outlook.

Don't seem to get the hang of the business somehow," said Mr. Polly.

Too much blooming humbug in it for my way of thinking."

"If I were you," said Mr. Johnson, "I should push for a first-class

The History of Mr Polly