A iittle fish lived with his mother in one of the bays in Wellington harbour. One day his mother said. "I am going out today, my son. I want you to stay at home and look after the house for me. You can make everything tidy and have the meal ready when I come home; but take care and do not go outside because there are men about who put cruel hooks down into the water to catch little fish. It would
I HAPPENED to be born in London, and date my interest in its past from many years ago when I was very young and stood one night in Fleet Street to watch the workmen pulling down old Temple Bar by the flare of naphtha lamps