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e o' me an' Dr McTougall fetchin' you nice things if you won't eat 'em?" "But I _will_ eat 'em, Robin, thankfully." "That ain't the way, old 'ooman," returned the boy, helping himself largely to the viands which he so freely dispensed; "it's not thankfully, but heartily, you ought to eat 'em." "Both, Robin, both." "Not at all, granny. We asked a blessin' fust, now, didn't we? Vell, then, wot we've to do next is to go in and win heartily. Arter that it's time enough to be thankful." "What a boy it is!" responded Mrs Willis. I saw the withered old hand disappear with a muffin in it in the direction of the old mouth, and at this point I entered. "The wery man I wanted to see," exclaimed Slidder, jumping up with what I thought unusual animation, even for him. "Come along, doctor, just in time for grub. Mrs W hain't eat up all the muffins yet. Fresh cup an' saucer; clean plate; ditto knife; no need for a fork; now then, sit down." Accepting this hearty invitation, I was soon busy with a muffin, while Mrs Willis gave a slow, elaborate, and graphic account of the sayings and doings of Master Slidder, which account, I need hardly say, was much in his favour, and I am bound to add that he listened to it with pleased solemnity. "Now then, old flatterer, w'en you've quite done, p'raps you'll tell the doctor that I wants a veek's leave of absence, an' then, p'raps you'll listen to what him an' me's got to say on that p'int. Just keep a stuffin' of yourself with muffins, an' don't speak." The old lady nodded pleasantly, and began to eat with apparently renewed appetite, while I turned in some surprise. "A week's leave of absence?" said I. "Just so--a veek's leave of absence--furlow if you prefers to call it so. The truth is, I wants a 'oliday wery bad. Granny says so, an' I thinks she's right. D'you think my constitootion's made o' brass, or cast-iron, or bell-metal, that I should be able to york on an' on for ever, black, black, blackin' boots an' shoes, without a 'oliday? W'y, lawyers, merchants, bankers--even doctors--needs a 'oliday now an' then; 'ow much more shoeblacks!" "Well," said I, with a laugh, "there is no reason why shoeblacks should not require and desire a holiday as much as other people, only it's unusual--because they cannot afford it, I suppose." "Ah! `that's just w'ere the shoe pinches'--as a old gen'leman shouted to me t'other day, with a whack of his umbreller, w'en I
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