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Chapter VII. The Cathedral

           Neitherwould`SingaSongofSixpence’singitselfatall.Thenhetried`PooroldCockytoo’,buthewouldn’tdo.Theyallsoundedsosilly!andhehadneverthoughtthemsillybefore.Sohewasquiet,andlistenedtotheechoesthatcameoutofthedarkcornersinanswertohisfootsteps.

           Atlasthegaveagreatsigh,andsaid,“I’msotired.”Buthedidnothearthegentleechothatansweredfromfarawayoverhishead,foratthesamemomenthecameagainstthelowestofafewstepsthatstretchedacrossthechurch,andfelldownandhurthisarm.Hecriedalittlefirst,andthencrawledupthestepsonhishandsandknees.Atthetophecametoalittlebitofcarpet,onwhichhelaydown;andtherehelaystaringatthedullwindowthatrosenearlyahundredfeetabovehishead.

           Nowthiswastheeasternwindowofthechurch,andthemoonwasatthatmomentjustontheedgeofthehorizon.Thenext,shewaspeepingoverit.Andlo!withthemoon,St.JohnandSt.Paul,andtherestofthem,begantodawninthewindowintheirlovelygarments.Diamonddidnotknowthatthewonder-workingmoonwasbehind,andhethoughtallthelightwascomingoutofthewindowitself,andthatthegoodoldmenwereappearingtohelphim,growingoutofthenightandthedarkness,becausehehadhurthisarm,andwasverytiredandlonely,andNorthWindwassolongincoming.Sohelayandlookedatthembackwardsoverhishead,wonderingwhentheywouldcomedownorwhattheywoulddonext

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