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O--that they would be glad to do anything in the world for him. And yet
he who cures other people has some trouble of his own that nothing can
cure. You are his friend, perhaps you know what it is? Who could have
given pain to such a man, who is the very image of God on earth? I know
a great many who think that the corn grows faster if he has passed by
their field in the morning." "And what do you think yourself?" "I, sir?
When I have seen him," she seemed to hesitate, then she went on, "I am
happy all the rest of the day." She bent her head over her work, and p

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the dirt that clung to his white fur. "Either that Rat didn't know what
he was talking about, or he told a whopping fib. They always were sneaky
animals, the Sewer Rats, and I shouldn't have listened to him." He
stopped to consider whether he shouldn't turn around and retrace his
steps; but he was disturbed by the fear that he could never recognize
the mouth of the drain-pipe he had come through. He had passed a number
of these black holes on his way, all looking alike. "I should have
counted them, and then I'd know which one was mine," he reflected. But
there was no good crying over spilt milk. He was in the abandoned sewer,
and he had to find his way out somehow. Meanwhile, he was getting
desperately hungry. Oh, for a mouthful of the succulent grass that grew
in the garden, or a cabbage leaf or a piece of celery--anything, in
fact, that would satisfy that gnawing at the stomach! "Ah, well!" he
sighed. "I must keep going until I find something to eat. There must be
other gardens, and this sewer must lead somewhere." In a little while he
became so thirsty that a drink of water seemed even more desirable than
a bite of food. He tried to lick some of the moisture from the sides of
the sewer, but that was only aggravating. It seemed to increase rather
than diminish his thirst. One hopeful feature of his adventure was that
the big sewer seemed to grow lighter as he proceeded, and he was sure he
was coming near the end. But before this hope was realized he stumb