I see 'em now when I shut my eyes ; black balls bobbing round , and stars and all sorts of queer things . Wonder if all blind people do ? '' `` Do n't think about them ; I 'll go on reading , shall I ? We shall come to the exciting part soon , and then you 'll forget all this , '' suggested Rose . `` No , I never shall forget . Hang the old ` Revolution ' ! I do n't want to hear another word of it . My head aches , and I 'm hot . Oh , would n't I like to go for a pull in the ` Stormy Petrel ! '' ' and poor Mac tossed about as if he did not know what to do with himself . `` Let me sing , and perhaps you 'll drop off ; then the day will seem shorter , '' said Rose , taking up a fan and sitting down beside him . `` Perhaps I shall ; I did n't sleep much last night , and when I did I dreamed like fun . See here , you tell the people that I know , and it 's all right , and I do n't want them to talk about it or howl over me . That 's all ; now drone away , and I 'll try to sleep . Wish I could for a year , and wake up cured . '' `` Oh , I wish , I wish you could ! '' Rose said it so fervently that Mac was moved to grope for her apron and hold on to a corner of it , as if it was comfortable to feel her near him . But all he said was , `` You are a good little soul , Rosy . Give us ` The Birks ' ; that is a drowsy one that always sends me off . '' Quite contented with this small return for all her sympathy , Rose waved her fan and sang , in a dreamy tone , the pretty Scotch air , the burden of which is , `` Bonny lassie , will ye gang , will ye gang To the Birks of Aberfeldie ? ''
Whether the XXXXX went or not I can not say , but the laddie was off to the land of Nod , in about ten minutes , quite worn out with hearing the bad tidings and the effort to bear them manfully .
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