perpetually, and listen to advice? Can he feel as if
he were sitting down on red-hot iron, when he's not
sitting down at all, and listen to advice? Can he--but
no! why pursue the subject. Poor Dick spent
that night in misery, and the greater part of the following
day in sleep, to make up for it.
When he got up to breakfast in the afternoon he felt
much better, but shaky.
"Now, pup," he said, stretching himself, "we'll go
and see our horse.