. Tales from Maria Edgeworth; . t the laughter of his kind friends,the young Sweepstakes, and the rest of the little hat was lodged, at length, upon a bank. Hal pursuedit: he thought this bank was hard, but, alas! the momenthe set his foot upon it the foot sank. He tried to draw itback; his other foot slipped, and he fell prostrate, in hisgreen and white uniform, into the treacherous bed of redmud. His companions, who had halted upon the top ofthe hill, stood laughing spectators of his misfortune. It happened that the poor boy with the black patch uponhis eye, who had been ordered
. Tales from Maria Edgeworth; . t the laughter of his kind friends,the young Sweepstakes, and the rest of the little hat was lodged, at length, upon a bank. Hal pursuedit: he thought this bank was hard, but, alas! the momenthe set his foot upon it the foot sank. He tried to draw itback; his other foot slipped, and he fell prostrate, in hisgreen and white uniform, into the treacherous bed of redmud. His companions, who had halted upon the top ofthe hill, stood laughing spectators of his misfortune. It happened that the poor boy with the black patch uponhis eye, who had been ordered by Lady Diana to fallback and to <; keep at a distance was now coming up thehill ; and the moment he saw our fallen hero, he hastenedto his assistance. He dragged poor Hal, who was a de-plorable spectacle, out of the red mud. The obligingmistress of a lodging-house, as soon as she understood thatthe young gentleman was nephew to Mr. Gresham, to whomshe had formerly let her house, received Hal, covered as hewas with dirt 218. °&j&hL4x». gual-a/ w*k£* Waste not, Want not The poor Bristol lad hastened to Mr. Greshams for cleanstockings and shoes for Hal. He was unwilling to give uphis uniform : it was rubbed and rubbed, and a spot hereand there was washed out ; and he kept continually re-peating,— When its dry it will all brush off—when itsdry it will all brush off, wont it ? But soon the fear ofbeing too late at the archery meeting began to balance thedread of appearing in his stained habiliments ; and he nowas anxiously repeated, while the woman held the wet coatto the fire, Oh, I shall be too late; indeed, I shall be toolate ; make haste ; it will never dry ; hold it nearer—nearerto the fire. I shall lose my turn to shoot; oh, give me thecoat; I dont mind how it is, if I can but get it on. Holding it nearer and nearer to the fire dried it quickly,to be sure ; but it shrunk it also, so that it was no easymatter to get the coat on again. However, Hal, who did not see
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