When he had wistfully watched the workmen for some time he took

courage, and ascended the ladder till he stood beside them.

"Well, my lad, and what may you want up here?"

"I wanted to know where the city of Christminster is, if you please."

"Christminster is out across there, by that clump. You can see

it--at least you can on a clear day. Ah, no, you can't now."

The other tiler, glad of any kind of diversion from the monotony of

his labour, had also turned to look towards the quarter designated.

"You can't often see it in weather like this," he said. "The time

I've noticed it is when the sun is going down in a blaze of flame,

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and it looks like--I don't know what."

"The heavenly Jerusalem," suggested the serious urchin.

"Ay--though I should never ha' thought of it myself.... But I can't

see no Christminster to-day."

The boy strained his eyes also; yet neither could he see the far-off

city. He descended from the barn, and abandoning Christminster with

the versatility of his age he walked along the ridge-track, looking

for any natural objects of interest that might lie in the banks

thereabout. When he repassed the barn to go back to Marygreen he

observed that the ladder was still in its place, but that the men had

finished their day's work and gone away.

It was waning towards evening; there was still a faint mist, but it

had cleared a little except in the damper tracts of subjacent country

and along the river-courses. He thought again of Christminster, and

wished, since he had come two or three miles from his aunt's house

on purpose, that he could have seen for once this attractive city of

which he had been told. But even if he waited here it was hardly

likely that the air would clear before night. Yet he was loth to

leave the spot, for the northern expanse became lost to view on

retreating towards the village only a few hundred yards.

He ascended the ladder to have one more look at the point the men

had designated, and perched himself on the highest rung, overlying

the tiles. He might not be able to come so far as this for many

days. Perhaps if he prayed, the wish to see Christminster might be

forwarded. People said that, if you prayed, things sometimes came to

you, even though they sometimes did not. He had read in a tract that

a man who had begun to build a church, and had no money to finish

it, knelt down and prayed, and the money came in by the next post.

Another man tried the same experiment, and the money did not come;

but he found afterwards that the breeches he knelt in were made by

a wicked Jew. This was not discouraging, and turning on the ladder

Jude knelt on the third rung, where, resting against those above it,

he prayed that the mist might rise.




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