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I began to understand and see and hear again an angry voice was saying: "You clumsy scoundrel! I believe you did it on purpose to injure the

poor boy"

"Not I," growled another voice "I aren't no spite agen hi," cried the first voice, which see

from somewhere out of a mist "Run up the road and ask the doctor to

coo"

"Poor lad! poor boy!" the other voice in the ! Tut--tut--tut!"

It sounded very indistinct and drea to do with

pulled out of the water, which kept splashing about andmy face

and hair wet

I kneas safe, but my forehead hurt me just as if it had been

scratched by the thorns on one of the hedges close to the water-side

My head ached too, and I was drowsy I wanted to go to sleep, but

people kept talking, and the water splashed so about my face and

trickled back with a ht, but really

into a basin

For all at once I ide awake again, looking at the geraniums in the