XI.—THE RESTLESS AMERICAN  

  XII.—A SCOT INDEED  

  XIII.—HIS CROWNING DAY  

  XIV.—“DINNA FORGET SPURGEON”  

  XV.—THEIR FULL RIGHTS  

  XVI.—AN EXPERT IN HERESY  

  XVII.—THE SCOT AT AN ARGUMENT  

  XVIII.—UPON THE LECTURE PLATFORM  

  XIX.—FOR THE SAKE OF A HORSE  

  XX.—NO RELEVANT OBJECTION  

  XXI.—WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN  

  XXII.—THE VISION OF THE SOUL  

  

  

 I.—HIS MAJESTY BABY 

UNTIL the a'bus stopped and the old gentleman entered, we had been a contented and genial company, travelling from a suburb into the city in high, good fellowship, and our absolute monarch was Baby. His mother was evidently the wife of a well-doing artisan, a wise-looking, capable, bonnie young woman; and Baby was not a marvel of attire, nor could he be called beautiful. He was dressed after a careful, tidy, comfortable fashion, and he was a clear-skinned, healthy child; that is all you would have noticed had you met the two on the street. In a'bus where there is nothing to do for forty minutes except stare into one another's faces, a baby has the great chance of his life, and this baby was 

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