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Satiirday at five o’clock the church belis
are rung to ring the Sabbath in. Karl and I
were just passing the church when Peter came
slinking along witli his trouscrs turned up as
usual. It was an afternoon towards autumn,
not dark vet—far from it—but not so verv
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light either. And how the wind blew that dayl
almost a gale. The big maple-trees creaked
and groaned. All at once I had an ovenvhelm-
ing desire to run up into the tower and hear
how the bells sounded when the wind blustered
and howled so around the church.
“ You go home now, Karl,” said I, “ run as
fast as you can. Just let me see how fast you
can run.” Oh no! indeed, he wouldn’t. He
just clung fast to me and wanted to go with
me. Oh well—pooh!—I could just as well
take him along. It would be fun for him, too,
to hear the bells.
When I thought Peter was well up the first
flight of stairs I pushed open the heavy church
door with its lead weight, and Karl and I
squeezed into the church. He was heavy to
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