CHAPTER XXI.
MR. MAXWELL AND MR. HARRY.
R MAXWELL wore a coat with loose pockets, and while she was speaking, he rested on his crutches, and began to slap them with his hands. "No; there's nothing here to-day," he said, "I think I emptied my pockets before I went to the meeting."
Just as he said that there was a loud squeal: "Oh, my guinea pig," he exclaimed, "I forgot him," and he pulled out a little spotted creature a few inches long. "Poor Derry, did I hurt you?" and he soothed it very tenderly.
I stood and looked at Mr. Maxwell, for I had never seen any one like him. He had thick curly hair and a white face, and he looked just like a girl. While I was staring at him, something peeped up out of one of his pockets and ran out its tongue at me so fast that I could scarcely see it, and then drew back again. I was thunderstruck. I had never seen such a creature before. It was long and thin like a boy's cane, and of a bright green color like grass, and it had queer shiny eyes. But its tongue was the strangest part of it. It came and went like lightning. I was uneasy about it and began to bark.
"What's the matter, Joe?" said Mrs. Wood, "the pig won't hurt you."
But it wasn't the pig I was afraid of, and I kept on
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