The Shadow. 97

“Thank you, thank you, dear bird,” said the -
Shadow.

He hurried then to change his clothes, and sure
enough, very soon, down came the rain as the bird
had promised, and in rushed the wrong Shadow,
breathless. Then the rain ceased and our Shadow
fairly flew to the church. But the wrong one, real-
izing what had happened, flew too, and oh, what a
mad race they had. But as the bird had foretold,
the right one reached the church first, and when
the services were over, back walked George, fol
lowed closely by his own Shadow. He was very
glad to be near his master again, and began to
feel badly for his naughtiness. The next day, off
they went to the beach, the Shadow walking very,
very slowly and hanging his guilty little head.

“T wonder if the moonbeam will have really
built the other tower, and will George be very
angry?” he thought.

Now when they got to the beach, they went di-
rectly to the castle, and what do you think they
found? The moonbeam had kept her word. There

were, to be sure, two towers, one at one end and
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