CHAPTER XXV. 



HORSE can't go OUT — I CAN'T — TT'S COLD— THE NEW 

 JOB AND HIS FRIENDS IN COUNCIL. 



I S the rain comes on suddenly, and the trap has 

 not yet returned from being mended, the new 

 horse can't be tried. I ask Murgle "why the 

 trap went to be mended." He answers, " Well 

 you see, Sir, it shifted itself like ; it 'ud ha' come down all a 

 one side soon, it would." 



Suddenly I find that I am not well. 



I know it myself. So does my Aunt. Only she does not 

 consider it in so serious a light as / do. She sets it down 

 at once to " a cold." 



" I told you what it would be," she says, " you would go 

 outside that gate to talk with that man Chalvey without 

 putting anything on yoar head, or round your throat, and so 

 you've caught cold." 



Her remedies are, feet in hot water at night, hot rum before 

 going to bed, and "jump into bed directly you've drank it, 

 and keep yourself well covered up." This, I admit, is ad- 

 mirable as far as it goes. I don't know how far the rum goes, 

 but that depends upon quantity. 



