THE TOWER OF MYSTERY
And the cart stopped. And presently we saw a figure with a white beard among the trees. It was our pig-man.
We bellowed the awful truth to him, and when he had taken it in—he thought at first we were kidding—he came up and let us out.
He had got the pig; luckily it was a very small one—and we were not particular. Denny and Alice sat on the front of the cart with the pig-man, and the rest of us got in with the pig, and the man drove us right home. You may think we talked it over on the way. Not us. We went to sleep, among the pig, and before long the pig-man stopped and got us to make room for Alice and Denny. There was a net over the cart. I never was so sleepy in my life, though it was not more than bed-time.
Generally, after anything exciting, you are punished—but this could not be, because we had only gone for a walk, exactly as we were told.
There was a new rule made, though. No walks, except on the high-roads, and we were always to take Pincher, and either Lady, the deer-hound, or Martha, the bull-dog. We generally hate rules, but we did not mind this one.
Father gave Denny a gold pencil-case because he was first to go down into the tower. Oswald does not grudge Denny this, though some might think he deserved at least a silver one.
But Oswald is above such paltry jealousies.
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