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The Story of the Goblins who stole a Sexton

           

           ‘"IIamafraidImustleaveyou,Sir,"saidthesexton,makinganefforttomove.

           ‘"Leaveus!"saidthegoblin,"GabrielGrubgoingtoleaveus.Ho!ho!ho!"

           ‘Asthegoblinlaughed,thesextonobserved,foroneinstant,abrilliantilluminationwithinthewindowsofthechurch,asifthewholebuildingwerelightedup;itdisappeared,theorganpealedforthalivelyair,andwholetroopsofgoblins,theverycounterpartofthefirstone,pouredintothechurchyard,andbeganplayingatleap-frogwiththetombstones,neverstoppingforaninstanttotakebreath,but"overing"thehighestamongthem,oneaftertheother,withthemostmarvellousdexterity.Thefirstgoblinwasamostastonishingleaper,andnoneoftheotherscouldcomenearhim;evenintheextremityofhisterrorthesextoncouldnothelpobserving,thatwhilehisfriendswerecontenttoleapoverthecommon-sizedgravestones,thefirstonetookthefamilyvaults,ironrailingsandall,withasmucheaseasiftheyhadbeensomanystreet-posts.

           ‘Atlastthegamereachedtoamostexcitingpitch;theorganplayedquickerandquicker,andthegoblinsleapedfasterandfaster,coilingthemselvesup,rollingheadoverheelsupontheground,andboundingoverthetombstoneslikefootballs.

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