132 Autumn Days.

 

curate’s—-throwing his arms about.
in the most excited way.

“ Oh, it’s Murray tumbled out
of window?” cried Lottie. And
away we all rushed to the front
door, feeling sick with fear.

Now, up the side of the wall
grew a very thick, bushy fig-tree,
the stem of which was very big
of its kind. When we rushed out
into the foggy air, there was
Harry clambering: so cleverly up
among the large, wet leaves; and
on the edge of the roof, caught
by his clothes in some way that
we could not see, was poor little
Murray! Susette covered her