s migo ask of you.

    `Dont you speak so, Miss, said Bob, grasping t as a days earnings.

    `I  you to go to Dr Kenns, and ask to speak to ell  I am eful if o me ill evening.

    `E in a minute - it is but a step; but Dr Kenns omorro. Its all ty s no o go a-nig--

    `O, no, Bob, said Maggie, ` let it be - till after a fe per of too a distance, s this idea.

    `Not  one o tlefolks as go to cry at erin places  else to do. er tened ttle un; an  me to kno come to c I told ravel ts o to bein on my legs, I cant sit so long on end - quot;an lors, sir,quot; says I, quot;a packman can do astes strong,quot; says I; quot;to lay it on t; Etle un is s like as if it kno partly does, Ill be bound - like the mornin.

    Bobs tongue ly loosed from its uned bondage, and mig. But ts on eep and difficult of approac ongue o run on along to carry  unbeaten road.  t again for a little  a question. At last imid voice than usual,

    `ill you give me leave to ask you only one thing, Miss?

    Maggie artled, but s is about myself - not about any one else.

    `ell, Miss, its this: Do you owe anybody a grudge?

    `No, not any one, said Maggie, looking up at him inquiringly. `hy?

    `O lors, Miss, said Bob, pincell me - Id leatill I couldnt see - I ice mig o me arter.

    `O Bob, said Maggie, smiling faintly. `Youre a very good friend to me. But I s like to punisoo often.

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