The Ffolliots of Redmarley

"There's others to be thought of as well as 'im," Mr Gallup remarked, mysteriously. "Who? More children?" asked Mrs Gallup. "I don't see as he'd need to be eloquent just to mind his little brother or sister." "Ellen Gallup, you listen to me. That babe lying there on your knee with a red face all puckered up is going to sway the multitude." Mrs Gallup gasped, and clutched her baby closer. "He's going to be one of those whose voice shall ring clarion-like"-here Mr Gallup unconsciously raised his own, and the baby stirred uneasily-"over"-he paused for a simile-he had been going to say "land and sea," but it didn't finish the sentence to his liking, "far and wide," he concluded, rather lamely. Mrs Gallup made no remark, so he continued: "Eloquent Gallup shall be a politician. Some day he'll stand for parlyment, and he'll get in, and when he's there he'll speak up and he'll speak out for the rights of his fellow men, and he'll proclaim their wrongs." And there and then, as if in vindication of his father's belief in him, the baby began to roar so lustily that further converse was impossible.