For Tibbie--she is always drinking at it, she says it does her a world of good." "I've read somewhere," said the shoemaker, "that wherever there's a hurt there's a help; and when I was a boy, and stung myself with a nettle, I never had far to look for a dock-stalk with its juice.

Who knows but the Prior's Well may be the cure for me?
It can't straighten my back, I know, but it may make me stronger for all that, and fitter for the general business." "I will lay down a pipe for you, if you like, Hector, and then you can drink as much of the water as you please, without asking anybody," said Willie.
Hector laughed.
"It's not such a sure thing," he replied, "as to be worth that trouble; and besides, the walk does me good, and a drink once or twice a day is enough--that is, if your people won't think me a trouble, coming so often." "There's no fear of that," said Willie; "it's our business, you know, to try to cure people.

I'll tell you what--couldn't you bring up a bit of your work, and sit in my room sometimes?
It's better air there than down here." "You're very kind, indeed, Willie.

We'll see.

Meantime, I'll come up morning and evening, and have a drink of the water, as long at least as the warm weather lasts, and by that time I shall be pretty certain whether it is doing me good or not." So Hector went on drinking the water and getting a little better.
Next, grannie took to it, and, either from imagination, or that it really did her good, declared it was renewing her youth.