The Past Master "Who's the stranger, Mother, dear? Look: he knows us--ain't he queer?" "Hush, my son, don't talk so wild, "He's your father, dearest child." "He's my father? It's not so, Father died six years ago." "Dad didn't die, O lover mine, He's been going through the line. But he's been Master now so he Has no place to go you see--- No place left for him to roam--- That is why he is coming home, Kiss him---he won't bite you child. All Past Masters are quite mild." ________________