H.O.and Noel and Alice voted with us, so Daisy and Dora were what is called a hopeless minority.

We tried to cheer their hopelessness by letting them read the things out of the Golden Deed book aloud.

Noel hid his face in the straw so that we should not see the faces he made while he made poetry instead of listening, and when the Wouldbegoods was by vote dissolved for ever he sat up, straws in his hair, and said-- THE EPITAPH 'The Wouldbegoods are dead and gone But not the golden deeds they have done These will remain upon Glory's page To be an example to every age, And by this we have got to know How to be good upon our ow--N.
N is for Noel, that makes the rhyme and the sense both right.

O, W, N, own; do you see ?' We saw it, and said so, and the gentle poet was satisfied.

And the council broke up.