" But
though he looked and looked, he could see nought. And presently the
whimpering got louder and stronger in the quietness, and he thought he
could make out words of some sort. He hearkened with all his ears, and
the sorry thing was saying words all mixed up with sobbing--
"Ooh! the stone, the great big stone! ooh! the stones on top!"
Naturally he wondered where the stone might be, and he looked again, and
there by the hedge bottom was a great flat stone, nigh buried in the
mools, and hid in the cotted grass and weeds. One of the stones was
called the "Strangers' Table." However, down he fell on his knee-bones
by that stone, and hearkened again. Clearer than ever, but tired and
spent with greeting came the little sobbing voice--"Ooh! ooh! the stone,
the stone on top." He was gey, and mis-liking to meddle with the thing,
but he couldn't stand the whimpering babby, and he tore like mad at the
stone, till he felt it lifting from the mools, and all at once it came
with a sough out o' the damp earth and the tangled grass and growing
things.
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