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"Is he the goat in the poetry?"
"What poetry?" asked Uncle Ambrose.
"The poetry you taught us. 'Star of evening, brining all things that bright dawn has scattered, you bring the sheep, you bring the goat, you bring the child back to its mother.'"
Uncle Ambrose looked at Timothy with affection and he said, "He might be. We'll say he is."
"Shall we believe in him?" suggested Timothy.
Uncle Ambrose's eyes twinkled. "That, Timothy," he said, "is a most unsuitable suggestion to make to a clergyman of the Church of England. I am no longer permitted to believe in the ancient gods. You of course can do as you wish."
Timothy, with shining eyes, closed the book. "I wish," he said.
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