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of water about the back door, fed by a small
stream from the direction of the woodhouse.
Tibbie had come out, and was looking on in dis-
may.
'  ©That’s Willie again, sir,” she was saying.
“You never can tell where he’ll be spouting
that weary water at you. The whole place ’ll
be a bog before long, and we’ll be all turned
into frogs, and have nothing to do but croak.
That well ’ll be the ruin of us all with cold and
coughs,”

“You'll be glad enough of it to-night, Tibbie,”
said Willie, laughing prophetically.

“A likely story!” she returned, quite cross.
* Tt’ll be into the house if you don’t stop it.”

“T’l soon do that,” said Willie.

Neither he nor Sandy had thought what would
become of the water after it had traversed the
chamber, There it was pouring down from the
end of the wooden spout, just clearing the tarred
root of the spiral stair, and plashing on the ground
clase to the foot of it; in their eagerness they had
never thought of where it would run to next.
And now Willie was puzzled. Nothing was easier
than to stop it for the present, which of course
he ran at once to do; but where was he to
send it?

Thinking over it, however, he remembered that
just on the other side of the wall was the stable