92 The Shadow.

much wanted a second tower. ‘Two towers are
so much prettier than one,” he said to George, who
paid no attention, but simply went on building his
one tower still higher. At the top he placed a
small flag which his mamma had given him that
very morning. When the castle was finished, he
clapped his hands with delight, and of course the
Shadow had to clap his hands too, but oh, how un-
willingly he did it. It certainly was hard for him,
for not only did George refuse to build the castle
as he wanted it, but the poor Shadow had to help
George carry the stones and build the castle the
way he did zof want it. Still, he ought not to
have got so vexed about it. When his master
walked home that afternoon, it was a very cross,
sulky little Shadow that followed him.

George, after supper, went to bed and sup-
posed, of course, his shadow had done the same.
But he was wide-awake, and had decided to do
something very naughty. As soon as all the
people in the house were asleep, out crept that
little Shadow through the window and across
the lighted lawn (for the moon was now shining