Avon Fantasy Reader No. 12 — page 111: what you’re looking at

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‘it must not sleep in the house.) One evening, he said, when he was just going to pick it up and carry it out, it looked at him “like a Christian, and waved its ‘and, 1 was going to say—well, you know "ow they do carry on sometimes, and the end of it was I put it under my coat, and ‘udalled it upstairs—and I'm afraid I as good as deceived m a poor mother on the subject. After that the dog acted very artful with iding itself under the bed for half an hour or more before bed-time came, and we worked it so as my mother never found out what we'd done.” Of course Worby was glad of its company anyhow, but more particularly when the nuisance that is still remembered in South- minster as “the crying” set in. “Night after night,” said Worby, “that dog seemed to know it was coming; he’d creep out, he would, and snuggle into the bed and cuddle right up to me shivering, and when the crying come he'd be like a wild thing, shoving his head under my arm, and | was fully near as bad. Six or seven times we'd hear it, not more, and when he’d dror out his ‘ed again I'd know it was over for that night. What was it like, sir? Well, L never heard but oue thing that seemed to hit it off. [ hap- pened to be playing about in the Closc, and there was two of the Canons met and said ‘Good morning’ one to another. ‘Sleep well last night?” says one—-it was Mr. Heuslow that one, and Mr. Lyall was the other. ‘Can’t say I did, says Mr. Lyall, ‘rather too much of Isaiah xxxiv. 14 for me,’ “xxxtv. 14’ says Mr. Heuslow, ‘what’s that?’ ‘You call oursclf a Bible reader! says Mr. Lyall. (Mr. Henslow, you must Know, he was one of what used to be termed Simeon’s lot—prett much what we should call the Evangelical party.) ‘You go and Took it op 1 wanted to know what he was getting at myself, and so off I ran home aud got out my own Bible, and there it was: ‘the satyr shall cry to his fellow.’ Well, I thought, is that what we've been listening to these past nights? and I tell you it made me look over my shoulder a time or two. Of course Ud asked my father and mother about what it could be before that, but they both said it was most likely cats: but they spoke very short, and { could see they was troubled. My word! that was a noise “impry-like, as if it was calling after someone that wouldn't come. UF ever yon felt you wanted companys it would be when you was waiting for it to begin again. I believe two or three nights there was men put on to watch in different parts of the Close; but they all used to get together in one comer, the nearest they could to the High Strect, and nothing came of it. “Well, the next thing was this. Me and another of the boys--he’s in business in the city now as a grocer, like his father before him—we'd one up in the choir after morning service was over, and we heard old Balmer the mason bellowing to some of his men. So we went up nearer, because we knew he was a rasty old chap and there might be some fun going. It appears Palmer ‘d told this man to stop up the comicbooks.com