, and the Church being paved with Stone, which was very damp, I
felt my Way as well as I could to the Pulpit, in doing which something
brushed by me, and almost threw me down. However I was not frightened,
for I knew, that GOD Almighty would suffer nothing to hurt me.

At last, I found out the Pulpit, and having shut too the Door, I laid
me down on the Mat and Cushion to sleep; when something thrust and
pulled the Door, as I thought for Admittance, which prevented my going
to sleep. At last it cries, _Bow, wow, wow_; and I concluded it
must be Mr. _Saunderson_'s Dog, which had followed me from their
House to Church, so I opened the Door, and called _Snip, Snip_,
and the Dog jumped up upon me immediately. After this _Snip_ and
I lay down together, and had a most comfortable Nap; for when I awoke
again it was almost light. I then walked up and down all the Isles of
the Church to keep myself warm; and though I went into the Vault, and
trod on Lady _Ducklington's_ Coffin, I saw no Ghost, and I
believe it was owing to the Reason Mr. _Long_ has given you,
namely, that there is no such Thing to be seen. As to my Part, I would
as soon lie all Night in the Church as in any other Place; and I am
sure that any little Boy or Girl, who is good, and loves GOD Almighty,
and keeps his Commandments, may as safely lie in the Church, or the
Church-yard, as any where else, if they take Care not to get Cold; for
I am sure there are no Ghosts, either to hurt, or to frighten them;
though any one possessed of Fear might have taken Neighbour
_Saunderson_'s Dog with his cold Nose for a Ghost; and if they
had not been undeceived, as I was, would never have thought otherwise.
All the Company acknowledged the Justness of the Observation, and
thanked Little _Two-Shoes_ for her Advice.

REFLECTION.

After this, my dear Children, I hope you will not believe any foolish
Stories that ignorant, weak, or designing People may tell you about
_Ghosts_; for the Tales of _Ghosts_, _Witches_, and _Fairies_, are the
Frolicks of a distempered Brain. No wise Man ever saw either of them.
Little _Margery_ you see was not afraid; no, she had _good Sense_,
and a _good Conscience_, which is a Cure for all these imaginary
Evils.

CHAP. VIII.

_Of something which happened to Little_ Two-Shoes_
in a Barn, more dreadful than the Ghost in the Church;
and how she returned Good for Evi