The Wouldbegoods by E. (Edith) Nesbit
page 76 of 319 (23%)
page 76 of 319 (23%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
Alice asked whether you had to go past the dead and buried person to get to the top of the tower, and could you see the coffin. 'No, no,' the man said; 'that's all hid away behind a slab of stone, that is, with reading on it. You've no call to be afraid, missy. It's daylight all the way up. But I wouldn't go there after dark, so I wouldn't. It's always open, day and night, and they say tramps sleep there now and again. Anyone who likes can sleep there, but it wouldn't be me.' We thought that it would not be us either, but we wanted to go more than ever, especially when the man said-- 'My own great-uncle of the mother's side, he was one of the masons that set up the stone slab. Before then it was thick glass, and you could see the dead man lying inside, as he'd left it in his will. He was lying there in a glass coffin with his best clothes--blue satin and silver, my uncle said, such as was all the go in his day, with his wig on, and his sword beside him, what he used to wear. My uncle said his hair had grown out from under his wig, and his beard was down to the toes of him. My uncle he always upheld that that dead man was no deader than you and me, but was in a sort of fit, a transit, I think they call it, and looked for him to waken into life again some day. But the doctor said not. It was only something done to him like Pharaoh in the Bible afore he was buried.' Alice whispered to Oswald that we should be late for tea, and wouldn't it be better to go back now directly. But he said-- |
|