“Very well then, come along,” said Caleb.
“Gently then,” said the spook; “don’t make a draught.”
“Not yet,” said Caleb, and he drew the spook very carefully (as one takes a vessel quite full of water) from the seat.
“I can’t go under pointed arches,” cried the spook, as Caleb moved off.
“Nobody wants you to,” said Caleb. “Keep close to me.”
He led the spook down the aisle to the angle of the wall where a small iron shutter covered an opening into the flue. It was used by the chimney sweep alone, but Caleb had another use for it now. Calling to the spook to keep close, he suddenly removed the shutter.
The fires were by this time burning briskly. There was a strong up-draught as the shutter was removed. Caleb felt something rush across his face, and heard a cheerful laugh away up in the chimney. Then he knew that he was alone. He replaced the shutter, gave another look at his stoves, took the keys, and made his way home.
He found his wife asleep in her chair, sat down and took off his boots, and awakened her by throwing them across the kitchen.
“I’ve been wondering when you’d wake,” he said.