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"Your head's pretty heavy," said David patiently; "and hot"

At that she lifted herself up, and tried to smile; "Come, dear

precious, come up-stairs Never mind if people scold me I--deserve

it"

"Do you?" said David "Why?"

He ide awake by this tiainst bed "Tellon your lap out there," he bribed

her; "though you are pretty hot to sit on," he added, truthfully

She could not resist him; to have him on her knee, his tousled head on

her breast, was an inexpressible co with Dr Lavendar," David announced drowsily, "I

a to put e

does Does God drink out of that Dipper?"

Her doubtful

his head into her breast, and as she leaned her cheek on his hair--

which he permitted because he was too sleepy to protest--the ache of

sobs lessened in her throat After a while, when he was sound asleep

again, she carried hi