Can't go to work after such a night as we had.

There's nobody down the mine to-day." Mark put his hand to the place where he had received the blow.
"Headache, Master Mark ?" "Yes.

All jarred-like." "Then come down.

I've often had a bad headache when I've gone down into the mine, and it's been so quiet and still there that it has soon got better.

Do come, Master Mark; it'll be better than sitting thinking about being beaten last night." "Very well, Dummy," said Mark at last: "I don't feel as if I could go to bed and sleep, and I don't want to be thinking." "And you'll have too much to do down there to think." "Yes, I suppose so; and if I stay up, I shall be meeting my father and catching it.