All the children started at Tom 's dirty black figure , -- the girls began to cry , and the boys began to laugh , and all pointed at him rudely enough ; but Tom was too tired to care for that . `` What art thou , and what dost want ? '' cried the old dame . `` A chimney-sweep ! Away with thee ! I 'll have no sweeps here . '' `` Water , '' said poor little Tom , quite faint . `` Water ? There 's plenty i ' the beck , '' she said , quite sharply . `` But I ca n't get there ; I 'm most clemmed with hunger and drought . '' And Tom sank down upon the door-step , and laid his head against the post . And the old dame looked at him through her spectacles one minute , and two , and three ; and then she said , `` He 's sick ; and a bairn 's a bairn , sweep or none . '' `` Water , '' said Tom . `` God forgive me ! '' and she put by her spectacles , and rose , and came to Tom . `` Water 's bad for thee ; I 'll give thee milk . '' And she toddled off into the next room , and brought a cup of milk and a bit of bread . Tom drank the milk off at one draught , and then looked up , revived . `` Where didst come from ? '' said the dame .
`` Over Fell , there , '' said XXXXX , and pointed up into the sky .
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