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POOR MAC. 127"writing for him. It was a very sweet j^icture, Ithought," observed Rose in a serious voice, tryingto meet the sufferer on his own ground." Perhaps I could study if some one read and didthe eye part. Do you suppose I could, by and by '?he asked, with a sudden ray of hope." I dare say, if your head is strong enough. Thissun-stroke, you know, is what upset you, and yourbrains need rest,the doctor says."" I '11 have a talk with the old fellow next time hethen I shallcomes, and find out just what I may do ;know where I am. AVhat a fool I was that day to bestewing my brains and letting the sun glare on mybook till the letters danced before me ! I see 'emnow when I shut my eyes ; black balls bobbing round,and stars and all sorts of queer things. Wonder ifall blind people do?"" Don't think about them ; I '11 go on reading, shallI? We shall come to the exciting part soon, andthen you'll forget all this," suggested Rose."No, I never shall foro-et. Hano- the old 'Revolution! ' I don't want to hear another word of it. Myhead aches, and I'm hot. Oh, wouldn't I like to gofor a pull in the ' Stormy Petrel ! ' " and poor Mactossed about as if he did not know what to do withhimself." Let me sing, and perhaps you 'II drop off ; thenthe day will seem shorter," said Rose, taking up afan 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, youtell the people that I know, and it's all right, and