He waved it up and down rapidly.

He opened his eyes for an instant as if to find somebody.

He seemed to be closing imaginary windows--and so he was.

It leaked out the next day at Mr.Gray's that Dr.
Peewee was telegraphing the sexton at random--for he did not know where to look for him--to close the windows.

Nobody better understood the danger of draughts from windows, during thunder-storms, than the Doctor; nobody knew better than he that the lightning-rod upon the spire was no protection at all, but that the iron staples with which it was clamped to the building would serve, in case of a bolt's striking the church, to drive its whole force into the building.