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Title: Tot, the dwarf
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Title: Tot, the dwarf
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 16 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Eytinge, Margaret
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: D. Lothrop & Company
Place of Publication: Boston Mass
Publication Date: c1881
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Dwarfs -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Gardeners -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family stories -- 1881   ( local )
Bldn -- 1881
Genre: Family stories   ( local )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Statement of Responsibility: by Margaret Eytinge.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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N a little stone house at the foot of a high, slop-
ing hill, in a small thinly settled, old-fashioned
country-town -so small ahd old-fashioned that its
name is not to be found on the maps of the State of
which it forms a part -- although the names of towns
not half as old nor half as beautiful are printed there,
.,some of them in large letters, too -lived, and still
lives for aught I know, a gardener, his wife, and his
There were many trees and but few houses in this
quiet' out-of-the-way town, and none of the houses
were over a story and a half high, and all of them
were gable-roofed and built of wood with the excep-
tion of the one mentioned abo6re. But it made very
little difference what they were built of as regarded


their outside appearance, for they were so covered
by closely interlaced vines--in spring, summer and
autumn (my story is one of summer-time) mostly
honeysuckles and woodbines running from porch
to roof, both back and front, and crossing and re-
crossing each other on the sides, that it was almost
impossible to see the wood at all; and where you did
see it, it looked like patches of gray shadow lurking
behind the quivering vine-leaves.
But there was a fine old church in this tree-shaded,
unpretending place a church which the oldest in-
habitant could not remember as new with a tower-
ing steeple, and a stout, square belfry which stood
upon four solid supports of stone, the rest of the
church being built partly of brick and partly of wood;
"And in the belfry hung a great bell that had tolled
for all the funerals, and rang merrily for all the wed-
dings, and solemnly called the Sweetbriertown people
to church on Sabbath days for many, many years.
"But to go back to the cottage at the foot of t
hill. It was a quaint, picturesque little house,'
gardener having built it himself, with me slight
help from his neighbors; of reddishlwn stone.


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found in a deserted quarry near by (which had also,
no doubt, furnished the reddish-brown stone for the
masonry that upheld the church-tower); and it leaned
against the hillside its slanting roof being completely
covered by the running vines, and wild-flowers, and
tall, waving grass-the overflow of the hill itself-
looking, at a short distance, like a baby-hill nestling
confidingly by the side of its mother and partly
covered by her mantle of green.
The gardener himself was a bluff, honest fellow-
he had been a sailor in early life with merry blue
eyes and curly brown hair; and his wife was as jolly
and honest as he, and she too had merry blue eyes
and brown curls, and she knew almost as much about
gardening and worked almost as much in the garden
as her husband did.
This garden lay on the hillside, and was the most
flourishing of all the gardens in Sweetbriertown; for
the sun shone on it the greater part of the day, ripen-
Sing the strawberries, and cucumbers, and tomatoes,
"and corn, fully a week before they were ripe in other
.- parts of the town, and making the big found grapes
growing on the vines that covered the long grape


arbor, so sweet that when autumn came they seemed
filled with wine made of honey.
But although the gardener's wife spent so much
time among the fruits and vegetables, she did not
neglect the stone cottage. She kept it in the most
perfect order imaginable, and so decorated it with
flowers, shells, sparkling stones and whatever odd or
pretty things she could find on the hill, in the wood
or anywhere else, that it became a miracle of
The sitting-room was a picture. Long white mus-
lin curtains looped back with English ivy the pots
in which the ivy was planted standing on little shelves
placed just below the window-frames draped the
windows. Brackets, made by the gardener's own
hands of twisted and gnarled pieces of wood he had
picked up here and there, were fastened high up, one
in each corner of-the room; and from the rustic bas-
kets filled with moss and earth which they held,
sprang Madeira vines which were trained all around
the walls a short distance from the low ceiling, form-
ing a living cornice of glossy green leaves. Beneath
this cornice was a row of brilliant Japanese fans alter-

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nating with the many-colored wings of various birds.
On the mantel waved peacock plumes from grotesque
vases formed of long-necked gourds; and hyacinths
and lilies-of-the-valley breathed fragrance from pink-
lipped shells. Outside the window a dozen or more
morning-glory vines climbed the strings placed for
their support, and two or three of them had crept
through a crack in the window-frame, and being
gladly welcomed by the ivy, opened their beautiful
white, pink and purple blossoms with modest pride
every morning -blossoms a trifle paler than those
that unfolded in the open air, but lasting much
longer because sheltered from the direct rays of the
On the floor was a matting in checks of red,
green and yellow; and in the centre of the room
stood a round, shining mahogany table with funny,
crooked legs, on which were some books of poems
and fairy-tales and several tiny, delicate Japan cups
that, together with the fans on the wall and the pink-
lipped shells on the mantel, had been brought from
abroad by the gardener when he was a sailor.
All the rest of the house -the kitchen with its


row of glittering tins, its shelf holding half a dozen
dark, blue plates and a quaint tea-set of gold-brown
delf, its snow-white table and floor, and the mock-
orange flowers peeping in at its window-the small
bedrooms, one of them surely the smallest room that
ever was! with their neat beds covered with gay
quilts, their mites of dormer-windows shaded by
sprays from the creepers on the roof, was bright and
pretty too; but the sunshiny parlor with its lovely
morning-glory guests, its green cornice, its brilliantly
painted fans, was the prettiest of all.
And now we come to Tot, the only child in this
fairy-like house, Tot who looked like an overgrown
fairy himself and who was the wonder of the country
for miles around.
The very first clothes he ever wore were borrowed
from Miss Sleeves, who dressed dolls for a store in
a neighboring city, and they, having been made for
a good-sized doll, were a little too large for him.
The tiniest of the Japan cups would have served him
for a hat, and his father's big seal ring for bracelet,
when he was a month old. Such a wee baby as he
was! With hair of the faintest gold, eyes like a


young kitten's, and mouth as red as and about the
size of a large currant.
But he began to grow slowly when a few weeks
more had passed by, and continued growing until he
was "one time one," when- supposing again his hat
to be chosen from his mother's store of china-a
coffee cup would have been just the size required,
and his father's ring would have had to be only twice
as large to encircle his wrist.
And then he grew no more for six months, starting
again at the end of that time, to stop forever when he
arrived at two years.
So his eighth birthday found him very little larger
than a healthy one-year-old baby, with his real name,
"Owen," almost lost in that of "Tot the dwarf."
He was a pretty little fellow, a very pretty little
fellow, with brown rose-tinged cheeks, wistful blue
eyes, and a winning, half-gay, half-pathetic smile. He
-could not go to school, so his father and mother, and
a young friend whom he loved dearly and who came
to see him almost every fine day, taught him to read
and write; and his life passed in company with this
friend, his parents, and his books (of which he cared


most for those which told of the brave deeds of he-
roic men),'and in helping in planting and weeding
times; and wandering in the garden where, when the
plants had grown between two and three feet tall, he
was as effectually hidden from view as though he
were roaming in a forest. He had strength and
health, and could ruh like a hare andwhistle like a bird,
and when he was in a merry mood he and the dog
ran races with each other, and the birds from their
nests in the trees peeped down at him and answered
him cheerily as he called to them in their own
But many, many hours did Tot spend grieving over
his lot; for, dwarf as he was, few boys of his age
were as clever as he. Indeed, his mind seemed to
be as much in advance of his years as his body was
behind them.
Of what use am I? Of what use can I ever be ? "
he would ask. A creature so insignificant that the
very roses and lilies look down upon me! I could
do no brave deed I could make no wonderful
thing! Other boys grow up and become men and
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and have the charge of great engines, and earn fame
and money. But I never shall be able to do any-
thing My father and mother will have to take care
of me all my life long. I wonder why I came into
the world at all."
I can't even catch mice like the cat," he said one
day with a sad little smile to his dearly loved friend.
" It would have been better if I had never lived. To
be known only as 'Tot the dwarf !' To think of it
makes my heart ache "
Hush! she answered, stroking his golden hair
with gentle hand. "You must be patient. God
knows best. And perhaps some day he may give
you something to do that will bring many a blessing
upon you and make the name you now despise famous
throughout the land."

About half a mile from the stone cottage lived, in
one of thevine-covered houses, another gardener and
his wife; and they also had only pne child, a girl,
who was exactly one year older than Tot.
A dear, wise little creature she was whose pretty

ways and odd speeches were the delight of all who


knew her. She had been named Pamela after
one of her great-grandmothers; but as that name
seemed too grand for a baby, they called her Millie
until she became old enough to walk, and then she
received still another name,'in this way: Being a
rosy-cheeked, sunshiny, laughing wee thing she was
never so happy as when she was tumbling about in
the grass, cooing and singing to it, and making the
tallest-blades bow low to each other, and telling sweet
babyland stories to the dandelions, daisies and butter-

cups; and one day an old man, working in her father's
garden and pausing now and then to watch the child's
winsome pranks and listen to her musical prattle, said
she was a bonnie blossom herself and fit companion for
the field-flowers aye! and sweeter too than the most of
them and he named her Clover-Blossom." And
"Clover-Blossom" she had been to Sweetbriertown
from that time forth. Clover-Blossom had a bright
smile for everybody, and everybody had a smile for
her, even those who were scarcely ever known to
smile on any one else. She was one of the dearest
and kindest of children. The \ery dogs and cats ran
to meet her, and the babies crowed and clapped their


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dimpled hands and laughed little gurgling laughs
when they saw her coming, and the old folks hobbled
to their doors to give her a welcome and a
And as for Tot, it was Clover-Blossom who taught
Tot his letters (never was there a more earnest or
more patient teacher), sitting in a small chair on the
porch, or by the window in the pleasant kitchen, or
beneath the shade of the grape-arbor, with her tiniest
of scholars standing before her, his eagertyes bent
upon the book she held. It was she that comforted
and cheered him when he grew sad and discontent-
ed, and assured him with sweet, childlike faith that
" God would find something for him to do. Why, the
smallest things on earth have their own work. Look
at the ants how busy they are (In this way she
would talk to him when his face lost its brightness.)
" And then think, dearie, how we all love you Isn't
that worth living for ? I have heard of poor children
who had no one in the whole wide world to care for
them. How sad that must be!" And the smiles
would come back to Tot's lips and the light to his
eyes, for there was nothing on earth could so soon


charm away his gloomy thoughts as the music of
Clover-Blossom's voice.
Next to Tot's home, Clover-Blossom liked best to
visit the old church.
The white-haired sexton went there every Saturday
afternoon to make it, and the paths that led to it,
neat; and at other times when the great bell had to
be rung; and although they could talk very little to-
gether on account of his extreme deafness, he and
the child were the best of friends. He was a vener-
able man nearly eighty years of age, but still strong
enough to pull the bell-rope stoutly, and send the
voice of the bell pealing over the country far and
"wide. And Clover-Blossom delighted in this voice
save when it told of death; and even then her face
would only grow a shade more serious as she softly
whispered, There is a new angel in heaven! "
But when the bell rang out merrily for A Merry
Christmas! or "A Happy New Year !" ah that
was a welcome sound to her young ears. Merry,
Aler;y, MERRY Christmas! Happy, Happy, HAPPY
New Year it would say over and over again; and
Clover-Blossom would shout back the words, keeping




time to its chiming, and think what a glorious thing
it must be to be able to send kindly greetings in one
and the same moment to hundreds and hundreds of
I wish I could see it ring," she said one day to
her father. "How funny it must look swaying back-
ward and forward with its big tongue swinging from
side to side I've asked old Anthony (old Anthony
was the sexton) over and over again to let me go up
and look at it, but half the time he didn't hear me,
and when he did he said No, no.' How do you get
up there, father ? And why won't Anthony let me
go ? "
It's a hard way for a little girl," answered her
father, up a dark, narrow, winding stairs leading
from the door at the top of the gallery stairs to an-
other smaller door which opens in the belfry, where
there is a short ladder reaching to the beams from
which hangs the bell an old bronze-gray fellow
covered with cobwebs and dust. Old Anthony is
right not to let you go up there, for he is half-blind,
and wholly deaf, and couldn't take care of you. Be-
sides that, if you wanted to watch the bell when it


was ringing you wouldn't want to watch it long, for
the noise is enough to set one wild he would have
to leave you alone in the belfry, for he pulls the rope
from the landing below."
But I can climb so well, and stand so steady on
such high places, you know, father," said Clover-
Blossom, there'd be no fear of my getting hurt, I'm
sure. No other girl can climb to the top of the apple-
trees but me. Have you ever been in the belfry,
father? "
"Two or three times long ago, my darling."
"And do birds live there? I see ever so many
every day, when the sun is setting, flying about the
steeple as though they were going home. And where
do they have their nests, father ? "
On the big beams, and in corners, and perhaps
on the bell itself ; and no doubt they are as happy
there as though they lived in the trees."
But are they not frightened when the big bell
talks ? "
I think not, Clover-Blossom. They get used to
its talking. One gets used to everything in this
world. But listen-there is Tot's mother calling you."


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Then away ran the dear little girlie, everything for
the moment forgotten but her well-beloved friend Tot.

Well, it happened that one lovely summer day there
was to be a grand wedding in the old church, and
Sweetbriertown was in a great state of excitement in
consequence, for such a thing had not taken place
there for a long, long time. In fact there had been
no wedding at all in the place since Clover-Blossom
was a two-year-old girl, and so everybody got up
earlier than ever that morning though they
always got up early enough-in order that all
their work might be done before the time appointed
for the ceremony.
And by that time all the Sweetbriertown people,
young and old, dressed in their holiday garments,
trooped into the church while the bell pealed its very
merriest. For the bride had been born in one of the
gable-roofed houses, and though since she left it,
seven years ago (having inherited a large fortune),
she had lived in a wealthy city in the midst of splen-
dor and luxury, she had never forgotten her girlhood's
home and her girlhood's friends, and had come to be


married in the old church by the gray-haired minister
who had blessed her in her childhood. And all Sweet-
briertown, down to the very humblest person there,
in memory of her happy youth, had been invited to
her wedding.
Clover-Blossom, in a pretty, white dress trimmed
with bright, pink ribbons, her face sparkling with
pleasure, sat between her father and mother in the
gallery (the Sweetbriertown folks were in the gallery,
the lower part of the church being reserved for the
bridal party); but Tot did not come.
He stayed at home, poor sensitive little fellow--
for he was afraid the fine ladies and gentlemen
might see him and look at him curiously.
I suppose they have heard of me," he said, for
she," referring to the bride, "would be sure to tell
them of the queer little dwarf, and I don't want to be
handed about from one to the other as if I were a
doll instead of a boy eight years old; and so, although
I know it will be a lovely sight, I'll stay at home."

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IT was a lovely sight! The church was dressed
with long green vines and beautiful flowers, and
as the wedding-march rolled fortli from the organ and
the pretty bride in her elegant white-silk dress, and
floating lace veil, fastened to her fair tresses by a
wreath of orange blossoms, walked slowly up the mid-
dle aisle leaning on the arm of the handsome young
bridegroom, and followed by half a dozen prettily at-
tired bridesmaids and smiling groomsmen, Clover-
Blossom could hardly refrain from clapping her hands
and shouting aloud in very glee.
It's just like something out of one of Tot's fairy-
books," she whispered to her mother.
The ceremony over, and the wedding party and a
greater portion of the congregation having left the
church the bell beginning to peal merrily again as


they did so--a score or more of the Sweetbriertown
folks lingered in the gallery for a few moments' gos-
sip. Clover-Blossom's father and mother were
among these, but Clover-Blossom ran away. saying
" I must go and tell Tot all about it and bring him
back with me to get a share of the goodies, for the
strangers will all be gone soon. Dear little Tot how
lonely he must have been "
Shortly after she went away, a young man a car-
penter he was and a very skilful one too -pointed
to a huge crack in one side of the gallery wall.
That crack is three times the size it was when we
came here only an hour ago," he said, and I'm sure
the floor has settled a little since then, too. There
haven't been so many people up here, before to-day, for
years, and the building is very old and not as strongly
built as it looks to be. Good folks, I think it would
be wise to leave as quickly and quietly as possible."
So, making as much haste as they could without
rushing (though half of them did not believe there
was any cause for alarm), the score or more got out
of the church. Meanwhile the young carpenter opened
the small door that led to the belfry, and hastening


up to the landing where the old sexton stood pulling
the bell-rope, seized him by the arm, much to his sur-
prise, and hurried him after the others.
The bride had by this time reached her grand-
mother's cottage -a stone's throw from the church
- and was blushingly and smilingly responding to
the hearty congratulations of the old friends gathered
around her, while the carriages that were to take the
bridal party to the depot were ranged in order a short
distance down the road.
Waiting upon the greensward in front of the church
was a group of young men and women and children;
for as soon as the last good-bys were said, a mam-
moth wedding-cake--the Sweetbriertown baker had
made it and it was a beauty, iced an inch thick -
was to be cut by the bride's grandmother, and that,
together with other dainties brought in a huge ham-
per from the city, distributed among them.
The people who had come down last from the gal-
lery joined this group, and all eyes were turned in the
direction of the cottage, when suddenly a sharp,
cracking sound was heard then another and then
the lingerers on the greensward fled to the road as with


a third, sharper, louder report the L11. of the old
church fell with a terrible noise and a blinding vol-
ume of dust, carrying with it a large portion of the
outer wall.
The bell-tower still stood, however, apparently un-
harmed, though the bell clanged loudly as the gallery
Thank God, we were all out! said the old sexton,
uncovering his head; and all the men, including the
fine gentlemen of the bride's party, did the same.
But where is Clover-Blossom ? asked Tot's
father, looking anxiously around.
"" She has gone to your house," answered her mother.
" She went half an hour ago after Tot."
She is not there She is not there screamed
a shrill little voice and there was Tot! Frightened
by the terrible noise, he had hastened from home to
search for his parents and his friend. She is not
there," he repeated wildly as his mother caught him
up in her arms, and I did not meet her on the road.
VWherc is she ? "
"At home, it may be," suggested the minister.

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her home to look for the child, while the father and
several of his neighbors went hastily in different di-
rections, all to return in a short time with sad faces
that told before they spoke a word that Clover-Blos-
som could not be found.
The women began to wring their hands and weep,
and the men grew pale and grave.
If any one has seen our little daughter since she
left her mother's side," prayed the father, I beg of
them to speak, for the love of Heaven! "
Then, thus entreated, a small boy came tremblingly

I saw her open the door at the top of the gallery
stairs," he said; but I thought she only looked up
and then shut it again and went away."
"Then it must have been she who flitted past me
like a little ghost," exclaimed the old sexton when the
boy's words were repeated to him, as I was ringing
the bell. I thought I caught sight of something, but
my sight is so weak I fancied I'd been mistaken;
and right after, John (the carpenter) came and dragged
me out, and I forgot all about it until this very mo-


"And was the belfry-door shut when you came
down ? asked the minister.
"Yes, sir," replied the old man. "A touch opens it
from the outside, but it's mighty hard to open from
the inside. I doubt if a child could do it. Clover-
Blossom must have stolen up to see the bell ring,
and "
But the rest of the speech was lost in the cry from
the crowd :
Clover-Blossom is in the belfry Clover-Blossom is
in the belfry "
Then men rushed for ladders, ropes, spades,
shovels, axes, and whatever else they thought could
be made of use, and, returning quickly, gathered
around the young carpenter for directions what 'to
Shall we begin to remove the rubbish that blocks
the way to the belfry ? they asked.
No, I fear we could not reach her in that way,"
said the carpenter. It would take a long time to
remove it, because we would have to work so carefully

lest more of the wall might fall; and then perhaps it
helps keep the tower steady, and taking it away might


bring the whole thing down on our heads. We must
think of some other plan."
We can place a ladder against the wall near the
window that gives light to the landing," said one of
the men, and then the smallest of us can climb it,
crawl through the window which the sexton says is
open, and rescue the child."
The longest ladder in town wouldn't reach as high
as that," said the carpenter; and if it would it
wouldn't be safe to put it there, for there's a great
gap just below the window. A ladder could only be
rested against the wall a few feet this side, and then
to get to the window one would have to cross a beam
that has been forced from its place and hangs in the
air only fast at one end. And," shaking his head
sadly as his friends gazed up at the beam to which he
pointed, "I'm sore afraid that can't be done. I'd
scarcely venture a child on it, let alone a man, no
matter how light he might be."
I'll splice two ladders together and risk the fall-
ing of the wall, mates," said Tot's father; and if I
get to the top of them I'll risk my life on the beam


too. An old sailor can climb, and walk, and hold on
where no landsman can."
"It would be perfect folly," said the carpenter;
"that beam hangs by a splinter, as it were. It would
not bear your weight. If the child could only get to
it she might come over it in safety, being a slight lit-
tle thing, but-"
If she could come over it to us, I can go over it
to her," cried Tot the dwarf, with sparkling face.
" Splice the ladders, father, and carry me up. I will
save Clover-Blossom -with God's help "
The father hesitated an instant.
"Father, father, I shall surely die if Clover-Blos-
som is lost," said the tiny dwarf.
The ladder was placed against the wall. A few
stones came rumbling down; but after that it stood
firm enough. And as Tot's father, carrying the wee
fellow on one arm, arrived at the top in safety, a ring-
ing cheer burst from the crowd. He placed the boy
on the beam, which never swerved a hair's breadth -
kissed him and let him go. Then he joined heart and
lips in the prayer that went up to Heaven from the
hearts and lips of all Sweetbriertown.



When Clover-Blossom left her mother talking with
her friends after the wedding, she fully intended to
run directly to the stone cottage after Tot; but stop-
ping a moment before the small door, beyond which
was the winding stair of which her father had told
her, to fasten more securely the bunch of flowers she
wore in her belt, she fancied the bell called more
coaxingly than ever:
Cornm andl see me.' Come and sec me !"
"And I've a good mind to go and look at you for
just one minute," said Clover-Blossom, for perhaps
there won't be another wedding for ever and ever so
long, and I'd rather see you ring for a wedding than
for anything else."
She opened the door and went softly up the stairs
until she came to the landing, which was lighted by a
four-paned window, the panes being only half the size
of those in common use at the present time. On this
landing old Anthony, his back partly toward her,
stood ringing the bell with all his might and
Laughing quietly, the child slipped past the old
man, and opening the second door, stepped on the


first round of the ladder, closed the door, then climbed
nimbly and fearlessly to the belfry where the great
bell swung madly back and forth, seeming to shout in
giant tones:
Come at last Come at last / Welcome, Clover-Blos-
son /"
The noise was deafening. Clover-Blossom clapped
her hands over her ears.
I guess I'll go down again and come some day
when it isn't ringing," she said, beginning to be a lit-
tle frightened. I didn't think it would sound so
awful loud. It's much nicer to listen to it away off.
And it's it's -" catching her breath, very lone-
some here."
At this moment the bell stopped ringing, and the
perfect silence that followed seemed more dreadful
than the noise.
The child clambered quickly down the ladder, her
heart beating fast with strange terror; but to her
utter dismay she found it impossible to open the door
at the foot of it.
Her rosy cheeks turned pale, and the tears started
to her eyes, but she forced them back, and said, with


a little gasp, They will come and let me out soon.
After they think of every other place they will surely
think of the belfry."

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So with strange quietness of movement, she as-
cended the ladder again, and, raising herself by means
of one of the beams between which the bell hung,
looked out of the nearest window (there were four


windows all open); and as she did so the strong wind
caught at her hair and the startled birds flew out of
their hiding-places in the dark corners and away from
the tower with shrill cries.
Clover-Blossom's heart sank within her as she
looked down. She seemed out of the world. All the
houses within her sight appeared like toy-houses.
She could see the hill against which the stone cottage
leaned. Oh that I had gone there at once!"
she sighed; and then she dropped from the beam
and glanced with fearful eyes about the belfry again.
Large spider-webs swung in the breeze, the fat, ugly
spiders sitting calmly in the centre of them sur-
rounded by dead flies. Some wasps were buzzing
about, and uncanny, many-legged insects ran rapidly
to and fro over the dust-covered bell. Summer day
as it was, the child began to shiver.
I wish I had never, never come," she said with
trembling lips ; "but, dear bell, I wanted to see you
so much, and you asked me to come so often. Oh
that I could make you ring and tell my father and
mother I am here !"
And with a wild hope she pushed with all her


strength against it; but it never moved at all.
Once more she clung by her hands to the beam
above and looked from the window. She could see
some of the people in the road now, but they could
not see her, and she could make no sign to them, for
it was with the utmost difficulty she sustained herself
in her painful position. As with aching fingers she
loosed her hold again, a sudden crash rent the air,
the bell-tower trembled and the bell gave one loud
cry as though for help.
Clover-Blossom clasped her hands and prayed,
"Dear God, save me as she fell half-fainting upon
the bell itself. And while she lay there she thought
the spirit of the bell whispered to her: "Be of good
cheer, Clover-Blossom. You shall not die for your love
of me, but live to hear my voice again and again for
many long years if not from this place, from another
which you will learn to love just as well !"
And as she murmured, Thanks, dear bell," a
sound floated up to the belfry, as of great cheering;
and then in a few moments, a well-known dearly
loved voice called, Clover-Blossom, dear, dear Clo-
ver-Blossom the voice of Tot.


Clover-Blossom sprang to her feet, her face bright
with hope and joy. She hastily descended the ladder
to find the door open and her little friend standing
in the doorway, his eyes shining like two stars.
Quick, darling! he said ; the church gallery has
fallen, and we are afraid the tower will soon fall too.
I have come to save you. But you must do exactly
as I tell you," he continued with an air of command.
"I promise," said Clover-Blossom, looking down
in his earnest face.
Step from the window on the beam just below it,"
said Tot. Look neither to the right nor the left, but
straight before you. Walk slowly along-- only a few
feet--and you will find my father waiting for you.
Go as softly as you can, and don't be frightened if
the beam shakes a little."
"And you, Tot ?" she asked, bending to kiss him.
"I will follow you," he replied with a smile, though
he knew brave, little fellow that if the beam fell
with her, he too was surely lost.
Clover-Blossom kissed him again, and then stepped
from the window.
In breathless silence the crowd below Watched her.


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The beam wavered ever so slightly as she steadi8.
advanced, but it bore her safely over, and in a few
moments she was in the arms of Tot's father, and in a
few moments more in the embrace of her parents.
But not a sound arose from the crowd yet.
Still in breathless silence, they watched Tot drop
from the window to the beam and walk lightly and
quickly across it. Still in breathless silence, as his
father received him and with him mounted on his
shoulders descended the ladder.
But when they were both safely on the ground
again, cheer upon cheer arose:
And as the last cheer died away, and the pretty
bride bent to kiss Tot, with another loud crash the
great bell ringing wildly as it went down--the bel-
fry fell !


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