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The Mines 69
goblins were about under his window the night before.
When he told his father, he made no objection, for he had great confidence in his boy's courage and resources.
"I'm sorry I can't stay with you," said Peter; " but I want to go and pay the parson a visit this evening, and besides I've had a bit of a headache all day."
" I'm sorry for that, father," said Curdie.
"Oh! it's not much. You'll be sure to take care of yourself, won't you?"
" Yes, father; I will. I'll keep a sharp lookout, I promise you."
Curdie was the only one who remained in the mine. About six o'clock the rest went away, everyone bidding him good night, and telling him to take care of himself; for he was a great favourite with them all.
" Don't forget your rhymes," said one.
" No, no," answered Curdie.
" It's no matter if he does," said another, "for he'll only have to make a new one."
"Yes; but he mightn't be able to make it fast enough," said another; "and while it was cook- |
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