hadn't better empty his pockets first. She didn't want a little toad
jumping over her tea table, as one did the last time he was there.

CHAPTER XXI MR. MAXWELL AND MR. HARRY

MR. MAXWELL wore a coat with loose pockets, and while she
was speaking, he rested on his crutches, and began to slap them
with his hands. "No; there's nothing here to-day," he said; "I think I
emptied my pockets before I went to the meeting."

Just as he said that there was a loud squeal: "Oh, my guinea pig,"
he exclaimed; "I forgot him," and he pulled out a little spotted
creature a few inches long. "Poor Derry, did I hurt you?" and he
soothed it very tenderly.

I stood and looked at Mr. Maxwell, for I had never seen any one
like him. He had thick curly hair and a white face, and he looked
just like a girl. While I was staring at him, something peeped up
out of one of his pockets and ran out its tongue at me so fast that I
could scarcely see it, and then drew back again. I was
thunderstruck. I had never seen such a creature before. It was long
and thin like a boy's cane, and of a bright green color like grass,
and it had queer shiny eyes. But its tongue was the strangest part of
it. It came and went like lightning. I was uneasy about it, and
began to bark.

"What's the matter, Joe?" said Mrs. Wood; "the pig won't hurt
you."

But it wasn't the pig I was afraid of, and I kept on barking. And all