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drew the section down further still. I had been 

 thinking that he had not drawn it quite far 

 enough, for I was almost sure I saw one of the 

 hooks at the end of his body peeping out. That 

 showed afterward, too, for the section went up 

 near Sandy's head again, and left his rear half 

 bare. But Sandy knew what he was about. He 

 had made a dress before. He caught hold of 

 the stone and shoved the dress down his back 

 again. 



Then I went to bed and left Sandy to his job. 

 It was "quite a chore," as a neighbor of mine 

 says of other things. 



When I arose the next morning, Sandy appar- 

 ently had not made much progress in the length 

 of his garment. He lay on his back some of the 

 time that day, and rested from his toil, I thought, 

 but the next morning revealed a sad state of af- 

 fairs. Poor Sandy had spun his little life away. 

 I brought him a bit of grass as refreshment, but 

 it was too late. He was quite stiff and dead when 

 I tried to turn him over. His dress covered 

 about two thirds of his 

 body, reaching well toward 

 his head on his back, but I 

 Sandy's unfinished *>ever had the opportunity 

 " chore." o f se eing what was his in- 



tention about unmooring himself from the larger 

 stones, when his dressmaking was done. Perhaps 

 he had no such intention. 



