besides, being a stone goblin, it was out of the question.
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"Well, if it ain't there, sure enough!" said the vergeress next morning. She took the shining coin down from the dusty niche and turned it over and over in her grimy hands. Then she put it to her mouth and bit it.
"She can't be going to eat it," thought the Saint, and fixed her with his stoniest stare.
"Well," said the woman, in a somewhat shriller key, "who'd have thought it! A saint, too!"
Then she did an unaccountable thing. She hunted an old piece of tape out of her pocket, and tied it crosswise, with a big loop, round the thaler, and hung it round the neck of the little Saint.
Then she went away.
"The only possible explanation," said the Goblin, "is that it's a bad one."
••••••
"What is that decoration your neighbour is wearing?" asked a wyvern that was wrought into the capital of an adjacent pillar.
