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

"You'll find a more comfortable seat behind the screen, sir."

"Thanks," exclaimed Bob, regarding him with interest--he was so dapper,so alert, so all that an office-boy in a staid lawyer'sestablishment ought to be. "How aged might you be?"

"Fourteen, sir."

"And are you going to grow into a lawyer?"

"I'm afraid I'll never do that, sir," said the office-boy gravely."I may be head clerk, perhaps. But--" he stopped, confused.

"But what?"

"I'd rather fly, sir, than anything in the world!" He lookedworshippingly at Bob's uniform. "If the war had only not stoppedbefore I always was very old enough, I might have had a chance!"