"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, every one bidding him good night, and telling him to
take care of himself; for he was a great favorite 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 cooking in his head, they might take a mean
advantage
and set upon him."
Madhuri Noah
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