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e twenty…four hours； and all the three hundred and sixty…five days； and why every one does not get up then； I never could tell； save that they are all determined to spoil their nerves and their complexions by doing all night what they might just as well do all day。 But Tom； instead of going out to dinner at half…past eight at night； and to a ball at ten； and finishing off somewhere between twelve and four； went to bed at seven； when his master went to the public…house； and slept like a dead pig； for which reason he was as piert as a game…cock （who always gets up early to wake the maids）； and just ready to get up when the fine gentlemen and ladies were just ready to go to bed。
So he and his master set out； Grimes rode the donkey in front； and Tom and the brushes walked behind； out of the court； and up the street； past the closed window…shutters； and the winking weary policemen； and the roofs all shining gray in the gray dawn。
They passed through the pitmen's village； all shut up and silent now； and through the turnpike； and then the were out in the real country； and plodding along the black dusty road； between black slag walls； with no sound but the groaning and thumping of the pit… engine in the next field。 But soon the road grew white； and the walls likewise； and at the wall's foot grew long grass and gay flowers； all drenched with dew； and instead of the groaning of the pit…engine； they heard the skylark saying his matins high up in the air； and the pit…bird warbling in the sedges； as he had warbled all night long。
All else was silent。 For old Mrs。 Earth was still fast asleep； and； like many pretty people； she looked still prettier asleep than awake。 The great elm…trees in the gold…green meadows were fast asleep above； and the cows fast asleep beneath them； nay； the few clouds which were about were fast asleep likewise； and so tired that they had lain down on the earth to rest； in long white flakes and bars； among the stems of the elm…trees； and along the tops of the alders by the stream； waiting for the sun to bid them rise and go about their day's business in the clear blue overhead。
On they went； and Tom looked； and looked； for he never had been so far into the country before； and longed to get over a gate； and pick buttercups； and look for birds' nests in the hedge； but Mr。 Grimes was a man of business； and would not have heard of that。
Soon they came up with a poor Irishwoman； trudging along with a bundle at her back。 She had a gray shawl over her head； and a crimson madder petticoat； so you may be sure she came from Galway。 She had neither shoes nor stockings； and limped along as if she were tired and footsore； but she was a very tall handsome woman； with bright gray eyes； and heavy black hair hanging about her cheeks。 And she took Mr。 Grimes' fancy so much； that when he came alongside he called out to her：
〃This is a hard road for a gradely foot like that。 Will ye up； lass； and ride behind me？〃
But； perhaps； she did not admire Mr。 Grimes' look and voice； for she answered quietly：
〃No； thank you： I'd sooner walk with your little lad here。〃
〃You may please yourself；〃 growled Grimes； and went on smoking。
So she walked beside Tom； and talked to him； and asked him where he lived； and what he knew； and all about himself； till Tom thought he had never met such a pleasant…spoken woman。 And she asked him； at last； whether he said his prayers！ and seemed sad when he told her that he knew no prayers to say。
Then he asked her where she lived； and she said far away by the sea。 And Tom asked her about the sea； and she told him how it rolled and roared over the rocks in winter nights； and lay still in the bright summer days； for the children to bathe and play in it； and many a story more； till Tom longed to go and see the sea； and bathe in it likewise。
At last； at the bottom of a hill； they came to a spring； not such a spring as you see here； which soaks up out of a white gravel in the bog； among red fly…catchers； and pink bottle…heath； and sweet white orchis； nor such a one as you may see； too； here； which bubbles up under the warm sandbank in the hollow lane by the great tuft of lady ferns； and makes the sand dance reels at the bottom； day and night； all the year round； not such a spring as either of those； but a real North country limestone fountain； like one of those in Sicily or Greece； where the old heathen fancied the nymphs sat cooling themselves the hot summer's day； while the shepherds peeped at them from behind the bushes。 Out of a low cave of rock； at the foot of a limestone crag； the great fountain rose； quelling； and bubbling； and gurgling； so clear that you could not tell where the water ended and the air began； and ran away under the road； a stream large enough to turn a mill； among blue geranium； and golden globe…flower； and wild raspberry； and the bird…cherry with its tassels of snow。
And there Grimes stopped； and looked； and Tom looked too。 Tom was wondering whether anything lived in that dark cave； and came out at night to fly in the meadows。 But Grimes was not wondering at all。 Without a word； he got off his donkey； and clambered over the low road wall； and knelt down； and began dipping his ugly head into the spring … and very dirty he made it。
Tom was picking the flowers as fast as he could。 The Irishwoman helped him； and showed him how to tie them up； and a very pretty nosegay they had made between them。 But when he saw Grimes actually wash； he stopped； quite astonished； and when Grimes had finished； and began shaking his ears to dry them； he said：
〃Why； master； I never saw you do that before。〃
〃Nor will again； most likely。 'Twasn't for cleanliness I did it； but for coolness。 I'd be ashamed to want washing every week or so； like any smutty collier lad。〃
〃I wish I might go and dip my head in；〃 said poor little Tom。 〃It must be as good as putting it under the town…pump； and there is no beadle here to drive a chap away。〃
〃Thou come along；〃 said Grimes； 〃what dost want with washing thyself？ Thou did not drink half a gallon of beer last night； like me。〃
〃I don't care for you；〃 said naughty Tom； and ran down to the stream； and began washing his face。
Grimes was very sulky； because the woman preferred Tom's company to his； so he dashed at him with horrid words； and tore him up from his knees； and began beating him。 But Tom was accustomed to that； and got his head safe between Mr。 Grimes' legs； and kicked his shins with all his might。
〃Are you not ashamed of yourself； Thomas Grimes？〃 cried the Irishwoman over the wall。
Grimes looked up； startled at her knowing his name； but all he answered was； 〃No； nor never was yet；〃 and went on beating Tom。
〃True for you。 If you ever had been ashamed of yourself； you would have gone over into Vendale long ago。〃
〃What do you know about Vendale？〃 shouted Grimes； but he left off beating Tom。
〃I know about Vendale； and about you； too。 I know； for instance； what happened in Aldermire Copse； by night； two years ago come Martinmas。〃
〃You do？〃 shouted Grimes； and leaving Tom； he climbed up over the wall； and faced the woman。 Tom thought he was going to strike her； but she looked him too full an