86 PASTORAL DAYS. 



Accordingly, when the time came, we appeared at the door of the Tower. 

 Mr Snuo- was sitting in his accustomed place, and we entered and stood 

 before him. 



PASSING THOUGHTS. 



" Well, sir," said he, with a polite bow of the head, dropping his paper 

 and looking up at us. 



" Mr. Snug, we have come to report," said I, fearlessly. " We have 



been to Moody Barn." 



Instantly Mr. Snug straightened himself up in his chair, pushed back 



