On the day after his appointment, Brother Jeris informed Brother Francis that he considered it appropriate for him to put away the things of a child and start doing a man’s work. Obediently, the monk wrapped his precious project in parchment, protected it with heavy boards, shelved it, and began making oilskin lampshades in his spare time. He murmured no protest, but contented himself with realizing that someday the soul of dear Brother Jeris would depart by the same road as the soul of Brother Homer, to begin that life for which this world was but a staging ground-might begin it at a rather early age, judging by the extent. to which he fretted, fumed, and drove himself; and afterward, God willing, Francis might be allowed to complete his beloved document.