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Updated: May 25, 2025
Pyetangle shall take you home." He beckoned to 'Zekiel's dog, who came up rather sulkily and 'Zekiel found himself outside the magic circle, and well on his way home, almost before he could realize that they had started! As he entered Granny Pyetangle's little garden, he saw that a light was still burning in her attic. He went softly into the kitchen.
"We dismiss this gathering!" he cried. "And you, Pyetangle" pointing to 'Zekiel's china dog "take your master home, and bring him to our meeting at the cross-roads to-morrow at midnight. Do not fail. Farewell!" As he spoke the Fozzy-gog shrank and stiffened.
Granny Pyetangle has long since passed away, but the little thatched cottage is still there, with the garden full of lavender bushes and sweet-smelling flowers.
Every day she was able to do a little more, and 'Zekiel's triumph was complete when he was allowed to help her down the stairs into the kitchen, and seat her quavering, but happy, on the great chair in the chimney corner. "Well, it do seem pleasant to be about agin," said Granny Pyetangle, smoothing her white linen apron. "No'but you have kept the place clean, 'Zekiel, like a good lad.
Whilst Granny Pyetangle discussed the affairs of the neighbours, 'Zekiel would sit on the floor by her side contentedly sucking his crust, and looking with awe upon the contents of the shop.
Her daughter inherited most of her possessions; but "to my young friend 'Zekiel Pyetangle, I will and bequeath my china dog, hoping as he'll be a kind friend to it," stood at the end of the sheet of paper which did duty as her will. And so 'Zekiel became the owner of the Fozzy-gog after all!
Where be you gone to?" 'Zekiel tucked the china dog under his arm and hurried in, receiving a good scolding from Granny Pyetangle and her friend for "loitering," but he felt so light-hearted and cheerful, the hard words fell round him quite harmlessly.
I have nothing else to bring you," she whispered; and never dreamed that her gift had been the most beautiful of any her simple love and tears. Granny Pyetangle lived in a little thatched cottage, with a garden full of sweet-smelling, old-fashioned flowers. It was one of a long row of other thatched cottages that bordered the village street.
Like most children in short petticoats, who contrary to the generally-received idea are constantly meditating on every subject that comes under their notice; 'Zekiel had his own ideas about Granny Pyetangle and her friend Dame Fossie.
"Eli and Hercules to tea, and a Fozzy-gog to play with," he said at last and Granny Pyetangle smiled and said she would see what she could do "'Zekiel was a good lad, and deserved a treat." 'Zekiel's birthday arrived, and the moment he opened his eyes he saw that his grandmother had redeemed her promise.
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