18 PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS.

among the wasps’ nests, where the raf-
ters came together; that I wondered
how the barn came to tumble over, and
how it came to stand up again, and how
the bundles of rye could stay on the scaf-
fold, and why I could stay on myselfi—
and

 

It was very hazy after that, very hazy
indeed.

The next thing I remember now, the
next thing I remembered then, was that
I was lying on a bed, and a strange-look-
ing man, with a strange-looking pen-
knife, was sitting close to me and pinch-
ing my wrist. I don’t know exactly
how a cat in a strange garret feels. I