Dawn looked at it attentively.
"Well," he said, thumping his chest vigorously. "I can say 'Fear dwells not here!' but you can't, Tina. You're such a one for being frightened!"
"No," said Christina humbly, "I shall always be frightened inside me, I'm afraid, but I'm trying not to be frightened outside and I'm getting better."
"Come on and don't gas so!" exclaimed Puggy.
And all three children made their way to the turret door.
The stone stairs were steep and wound round and round. Dawn, who was ahead of the other two, suddenly sat down and had an inspiration.
"Listen!" he said. "This is just like the steps the pilgrims go up on their knees for their sins. Wasn't it Martin Luther who was crawling up one day when he was trying to be good? Some chap like that, I know, Aunt Rachael read to me about him. Let's try it. We're half-way up now, but it doesn't matter, we'll do the rest of the steps on our knees, it's so good to do penance sometimes!"
"But won't it be difficult?" asked Christina doubtfully.
"It'll be as easy as pat," said Puggy, "see me do it!"
But he found it more awkward than he thought. In a few minutes Dawn gave up trying it.