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 'I'll send one of the children round to say you're ill. They'll surely let you off for a day or two.'

'’Taint no use; they won't wait; I know them―what does Grinder Bros. care if I'm ill?. [sic] Never mind, mother, I'll rise above 'em all yet. Give me the clock, mother.'

She gave him the clock, and he proceeded to wind it up and set the alarm.

'There's somethin' wrong with the gong,' he muttered, 'it's gone wrong two nights now, but I'll chance it. I'll set the alarm at five, that'll give me time to dress and git there early. I wish I hadn't to walk so far.'

He paused to read some words engraved round the dial:―

He had read the verse often before, and was much taken with the swing and rhyme of it. He had repeated it to himself, over and over again, without reference to the sense or philosophy of it. He had never dreamed of doubting anything in print―and this was engraved. But now a new light seemed to dawn upon him. He studied the sentence awhile, and then read it aloud for the second time. He turned it over in his mind again in silence.

'Mother!' he said suddenly, 'I think it lies.' She placed the clock on the shelf, tucked him into his little bed on the sofa, and blew out the light.

Arvie seemed to sleep, but she lay awake thinking of her troubles. Of her husband carried home dead from his work one morning; of her eldest son who