Augustus Carp, Esq.
My mother's mother was the first to see Mrs Smith, though she only saw her, as it were, through a mist. Mrs Smith was the first to speak, in a voice tremulous with emotion.
`Where's Augustus?' she said. Augustus was my father's name.
`He's just gone outside,' said my mother's mother.
Something splashed heavily on the hall linoleum. It was a drop of moisture from Mrs Smith's forehead.
`Tell him,' she said, `that he's the father of a son.'
My mother's mother gave a great cry. My father was beside her in a single leap. Always, as I have said, highly coloured, his face at this moment seemed literally on fire. The two fellow-members of my mother's Mothers' Guild, accompanied by my