The Broad Highway

"Why, then, Simon must be your son."

"Son as ever was!" nodded the old man, "and a goodish son 'e be

to--oh, I've seen worse."

"And now," added Simon, "come in, and you shall taste as fine a

jug of ale as there be in all Kent."

"Wait," said the old man, laying his hand upon my arm, "I've took

to you, young chap, took to you amazin'; what might your name

be?"

"Peter," I answered.

"A good name, a fine name," nodded the old man.

"Peter--Simon," said he, glancing from one to the other of us.

"Simon--Peter; minds me o' the disciple of our blessed Lord, it

du; a fine name be Peter."

So Peter I became to him thenceforth, and to the whole village.