[Brownsmith’s Boy by George Manville Fenn]@TWC D-Link bookBrownsmith’s Boy CHAPTER SEVEN 2/12
Somehow it seemed to have something to do with my first attempt to swim, and I thought I was being pulled out of the water, which kept splashing about and making my face and hair wet. I knew I was safe, but my forehead hurt me just as if it had been scratched by the thorns on one of the hedges close to the water-side. My head ached too, and I was drowsy.
I wanted to go to sleep, but people kept talking, and the water splashed so about my face and trickled back with a musical noise into the river, I thought, but really into a basin. For all at once I was wide awake again, looking at the geraniums in the window, as I lay on my back upon the sofa. I did not understand it for a few minutes; for though my eyes were wide open, the aching and giddiness in my head troubled me so, that though I wanted to speak I did not know what to say. Then, as I turned my eyes from the geraniums in the window and they rested on the grey hair and florid face of Old Brownsmith, who was busily bathing my forehead with a sponge and water, the scene in the yard came back like a flash, and I caught the hand that held the sponge. "Has it hurt the baskets of flowers ?" I cried excitedly. "Never mind the baskets of flowers," said Old Brownsmith warmly; "has it hurt you ?" "I don't know; not much," I said quickly.
"But won't it be a great deal of trouble and expense ?" He smiled, and patted my shoulder. "Never mind that," he said good-humouredly.
"All people who keep horses and carts, and blundering obstinate fellows for servants, have accidents to contend against.
There!--never mind, I say, so long as you have no bones broken; and I don't think you have.
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