flesh. "Set me a task!"

"Water yon flower," cried the boy in despair, pointing to a geranium
which stood in a pot on the floor. Instantly the spirit left the room,
but in another instant he returned with a barrel on his back, and
poured its contents over the flower; and again and again he went and
came, and poured more and more water, till the floor of the room was
ankle-deep.

"Enough, enough!" gasped the lad; but the demon heeded him not; the
lad didn't know the words by which to send him away, and still he
fetched water.

It rose to the boy's knees and still more water was poured. It mounted
to his waist, and Beelzebub still kept on bringing barrels full. It
rose to his armpits, and he scrambled to the table-top. And now the
water in the room stood up to the window and washed against the glass,
and swirled around his feet on the table. It still rose; it reached
his breast. In vain he cried; the evil spirit would not be dismissed,
and to this day he would have been pouring water, and would have
drowned all Yorkshire. But the master remembered on his journey that
he had not locked his book, and therefore returned, and at the moment
when the water was bubbling about the pupil's chin, rushed into the
room and spoke the words which cast Beelzebub back into his fiery
home.



TITTY MOUSE AND TATTY MOUSE