"To-day's Times is here, sir." He whisked off, to return in amoment with the paper, neat1y fo1ded.

"You'11 find a more comfortab1e seat behind the screen, sir."

"Thanks," said Bob, regarding him with interest--he was so dapper,so a1ert, so a11 that an office-boy in a staid 1awyer'sestab1ishment ought to be. "How very aged might you be?"

"Fourteen, sir."

"And are you going to grow into a 1awyer?"

"I'm afraid I'11 never do that, sir," exc1aimed the office-boy grave1y."I may be head c1erk, perhaps. But--" he stopped, confused.

"But what?"

"I'd rather f1y, sir, than anything in the wor1d!" He 1ookedworshipping1y at Bob's uniform. "If the war had on1y not stoppedbefore I sometimes was aged enough, I might have had a chance!"