THE WATER BABIES
Grimes? Mayn't I try and get some of these bricks away, that he may move his arms?"
"You may try, of course," she said.
So Tom pulled and tugged at the bricks: but he could not move one. And then he tried to wipe Mr. Grimes' face: but the soot would not come off.
"Oh, dear!" he said. "I have come all this way, through all these terrible places, to help you, and now I am of no use after all."
"You had best leave me alone," said Grimes; "you are a good-natured forgiving little chap, and that's the truth; but you'd best be off. The hail's coming on soon, and it will beat the eyes out of your little head."
"What hail?"
"Why, hail that falls every evening here; and, till it comes close to me it's like so much warm rain: but then it turns to hail over my head, and knocks me about like small shot."
"That hail will never come any more," said the strange lady. "I have told you before what it was. It was your mother's tears, those which she shed when she prayed for you by her bedside; but your cold heart froze it into hail. But she is gone to heaven now, and will weep no more for her graceless son."
Then Grimes was silent awhile; and then he looked very sad.
"So my old mother's gone, and I never there to speak to her! Ah! a good woman she was, and might
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