A New Alarum, 99

dreamed that he had waked up, and was looking
out on some gorgeous and lovely show, but in the
morning he knew sorrowfully that he had only
dreamed his own dream, not gazed into that of the
sleeping day. Again and again he had worked his
brains to weariness, trying and trying to invent
some machine that should wake him. But although
he was older and cleverer now, he fared no better
than when he wanted to wake himself to help his
mother with Agnes, He must have some motive
power before he could do anything, and the clock
was still the only power he could think of, and that
he was afraid to meddle with, for its works were
beyond him, and it was so essential to the well-
being of the house that he would not venture put-
ting it in jeopardy.

One day, however, when he was thinking nothing
about it, all at once it struck him that he had an-
other motive powerat his command, and the thought
had hardly entered his mind, before he saw also
how it was possible to turn it to account. His
motive power was the stream from the Prior’s
Well, and the means of using it for his purpose
stood on a shelf in the ruins, in the shape of
the toy water-wheel which he had laid aside as
distressingly useless. He set about the thing at
once,

First of all, he made a second bit of channel for
the stream, like a little loop to the first, so that he