CHAPTER X.
A NEW ALARUM.

ILLIE was always thinking what uses he
could put things to. Only he was never
tempted to set a fine thing to do dirty work, as
dull-hearted money-grubbers do—mill-owners, for
instance, when they make the channel of a lovely
mountain-stream serve for a drain to carry off the
filth from their works, If Dante had known any
such, I know where he would have put them, but I
would rather not describe the place. I have told
you. what Willie made the prisoned stream do for
the garden; I will now tell you what he made the
running stream do for himself, and you shall judge
whether or not that was fit work for him to require
of it.

Ever since he had ceased being night-nurse to
little Agnes, he had wished that he had some one
to wake him every night, about the middle of it,
that he might get up and look out of the window.
For, after he had fed his baby-sister and given her
back to his mother in a state of contentment, before