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"No bones broken there," he said; and he proceeded then to feel my ribs.

"Capital!" he said after a few moments. "Why, there's nothing the

matter but a little bark off your forehead, and I'm afraid you'll have a

black eye. A bit of sticking-plaster will set you right after all, and

we sha'n't want the doctor."

"Doctor! Oh! no," I said. "My head aches a bit, and that place smarts,

but it will soon be better."

"To be sure it will," he said, nodding pleasantly.--"Well, is he

coming?"

This was to Ike, who came up to the open door. "He's out," said Ike

gruffly. "Won't be home for two hours, and he'll come on when he gets

home."

"That will do," said Old Brownsmith.

"Shall I see 'bout loading up again?"

"Oh, no!" said Old Brownsmith sarcastically. "Let the baskets lie where

they are. It doesn't matter about sending to market to sell the things.

You never want any wages!"

"What's the good o' talking to a man like that, master?" growled Ike.

"You know you don't mean it, no more'n I meant to send the sieves atop

o' young Grant here. I'm werry sorry; and a man can't say fairer than

that."

"Go and load up then," said Old Brownsmith. "We must risk the damaged

goods."

Ike looked hard at me and went away.

"Had you said anything to offend him, my lad?" said the old man as soon

as we were alone.

"Oh! no, sir," I cried; "we were capital friends, and he was telling me

the best way to load."

"A capital teacher!" cried the old gentleman sarcastically. "No; I

don't think he did it intentionally. If I did I'd send him about his

business this very night. There!--lie down and go to sleep; it will

take off the giddiness."

I lay quite still, and as I did so Old Brownsmith seemed to swell up

like the genii who came out of the sealed jar the fisherman caught

instead of fish. Then he grew cloudy and filled the room, and then

there was the creaking of baskets, and I saw things clearly again. Old

Brownsmith was gone, and the soft evening air came through the open

window by the pots of geraniums.

My eyes were half-closed and I saw things rather dimly, particularly one

pot on the window-sill, which, instead of being red and regular

pot-shaped, seemed to be rounder and light-coloured, and to have a

couple of eyes, and grinning white teeth. There were no leaves above it

nor scarlet blossoms, but a straw hat upside-down, with fuzzy hair

standing up out of it; and the eyes kept on staring at me till it seemed

to be Shock! Then it grew dark and I must have fallen asleep, wondering

what that boy could have to do with my accident.