When, however, a son and heir was born, and there was in consequence a perfect delirium of bell-ringing in the village church-tower, Harry by no means entered heart and soul into the rejoicings.  "Well," he said with a sigh, "there's no help for it, I suppose.  It's all right, no doubt; but Miss Julia's my pet, and so she shall be as long as my name's Harry."  The new infant, therefore, received none of the attention at his hands which its predecessor had enjoyed.  When pressed by the housekeeper, with an arch smile on her good-natured face, to take "baby" out for an airing, he shook his head very gravely and declined the employment, affirming that his nursing days were over.  The name also of the new baby was a sore subject to Harry.  "`Amos,' indeed!  Well, what next?  Who ever heard of an `Amos' in the family?  You might go as far back as Noah and you'd never find one.  Mr Sutterby might be a very good gentleman, but his Christian name was none the better for that." And, for a while, the old man's heart got more and more firmly closed against the young heir; while Amos, on his part, in his boyish days, made no advances towards being on friendly terms with the old servant, who yet could not help being sometimes sorry for his young master, when he marked how the sunshine of love and favour, which was poured out abundantly on Miss Julia, came but in cold and scattered rays to her desolate-hearted brother.