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‘
I
should
be
able
to
,
’
answered
the
old
man
,
in
a
trembling
voice
,
‘
for
,
come
next
summer
,
I
have
been
sexton
here
,
good
fifty
years
.
The
right
hand
path
,
friend
,
is
the
road
.
—
There
is
no
ill
news
for
our
good
gentleman
,
I
hope
?
’
Kit
thanked
him
,
and
made
him
a
hasty
answer
in
the
negative
;
he
was
turning
back
,
when
his
attention
was
caught
by
the
voice
of
a
child
.
Looking
up
,
he
saw
a
very
little
creature
at
a
neighbouring
window
.
‘
What
is
that
?
’
cried
the
child
,
earnestly
.
‘
Has
my
dream
come
true
?
Pray
speak
to
me
,
whoever
that
is
,
awake
and
up
.
’
‘
Poor
boy
!
’
said
the
sexton
,
before
Kit
could
answer
,
‘
how
goes
it
,
darling
?
’
’
Has
my
dream
come
true
?
’
exclaimed
the
child
again
,
in
a
voice
so
fervent
that
it
might
have
thrilled
to
the
heart
of
any
listener
.
‘
But
no
,
that
can
never
be
!
How
could
it
be
—
Oh
!
how
could
it
!
’
‘
I
guess
his
meaning
,
’
said
the
sexton
.
‘
To
bed
again
,
poor
boy
!
’
‘
Ay
!
’
cried
the
child
,
in
a
burst
of
despair
.
‘
I
knew
it
could
never
be
,
I
felt
too
sure
of
that
,
before
I
asked
!
But
,
all
to
-
night
,
and
last
night
too
,
it
was
the
same
.
I
never
fall
asleep
,
but
that
cruel
dream
comes
back
.
’
‘
Try
to
sleep
again
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
soothingly
.
‘
It
will
go
in
time
.
’
‘
No
no
,
I
would
rather
that
it
staid
—
cruel
as
it
is
,
I
would
rather
that
it
staid
,
’
rejoined
the
child
.
‘
I
am
not
afraid
to
have
it
in
my
sleep
,
but
I
am
so
sad
—
so
very
,
very
sad
.
’
