" Oh, it was a long time ago. There weren't any aeroplanes then. . . . When he grew out of his clothes the thrower used to throw him up a new suit a size larger an' so on."
" Lor ! " said Maggie again and added compassionately : " What a terrible life the poor man must 've had if he was one that didn't like lookin' down from a height ! "
" He did like lookin' down from a height," said William, who did not wish to make his story too heartrending ; " he was quite happy up there. He liked it. He could do just what he wanted, you see, an' there was no one to boss him."
" Didn't they never get him down ? " said Maggie.
" Oh, yes," said William, " they got him down in the end. He was nearly an old man when they got him down, though. They had to take the tower down to mend the church an' of course it brought him down, too. He fell down right into the middle of the church. They'd put all the hassocks piled up together to make a nice soft place for him to fall on."
" I don't believe a word of it," snapped Bert.
" Don't you ? " said William very politely.
" No, I don't," snapped Bert, then turning languish-ingly to Maggie again, " Always dreamin' of you, I was, in those days, Maggie."
But Maggie refused to blush or simper in reply to this compliment. The spell was broken. The man on the steeple had broken it.
" I should think he found it hard to walk after all that time up there," she said to William.
" Oh, no, he din't," said William, "he din't find it a bit hard to walk You see, his legs had kept strong up there with him not usin' them. His legs were ever so strong. He could run faster'n anyone with him having saved up his legs all those years."
" Lor ! " said Maggie again.
Bert had been fixing upon William a glance that