Creighton was going along a West End square when hesaw a little fellow trying to reach the knocker of a large house．
Can't you reach up so high？queried the Bishop kindly．
No， sir， said the small youngster．
Well， then， let me help you， and the Bishop mountedthe three steps and gave a splendid rattat．
The little boy glanced hastily at the gentleman of the cloth．Come on， he yelled，we must boaf run nar．