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, as I lay on my back upon the sofa

I did not understand it for a few iddiness in h I

wanted to speak I did not knohat to say

Then, as I turned eraniurey hair and florid face of Old Brownse and water, the scene in the

yard caht the hand that held the sponge

"Has it hurt the baskets of flowers?" I cried excitedly

"Never mind the baskets of flowers," said Old Brownsmith warmly; "has it

hurt you?"

"I don't know; not reat deal

of trouble and expense?"

He sood-humouredly "All people who keep horses

and carts, and blundering obstinate fellows for servants, have accidents

to contend against There!--neveras you have no

bones broken; and I don't think you have Here, stretch out your arht," he said "Now, kick out your legs as if you were

swie for hi nearly drowned I kicked out,

though, as he told me