Here 's the name ; '' and Jill held up the order from Harry Grant , who was to be married in the autumn . `` Must wait till next week . I 'm too tired to do a thing to-night , and I hate the sight of that old press , '' answered Jack , laying himself down upon the rug as if every joint ached . `` What made you take such a long walk ? You look as tired as if you 'd been ten miles , '' said Jill , hoping to discover the length of the trip . `` Had to . Four or five miles is n't much , only my leg bothered me ; '' and Jack gave the ailing member a slap , as if he had found it much in his way that day ; for , though he had given up the crutches long ago , he rather missed their support sometimes . Then , with a great yawn , he stretched himself out to bask in the blaze , pillowing his head on his arms . `` Dear old thing , he looks all used up ; I wo n't plague him with talking ; '' and Jill began to sing , as she often did in the twilight . By the time the first song ended a gentle snore was heard , and Jack lay fast asleep , worn out with the busy week and the walk , which had been longer and harder than any one guessed . Jill took up her knitting and worked quietly by firelight , still wondering and guessing what the secret could be ; for she had not much to amuse her , and little things were very interesting if connected with her friends . Presently Jack rolled over and began to mutter in his sleep , as he often did when too weary for sound slumber . Jill paid no attention till he uttered a name which made her prick up her ears and listen to the broken sentences which followed . Only a few words , but she dropped her work , saying to herself , -- `` I do believe he is talking about the secret . Now I shall find out , and he will tell me himself , as I said he would . '' Much pleased , she leaned and listened , but could make no sense of the confused babble about `` heavy boots ; '' `` All right , old fellow ; '' `` Jerry 's off ; '' and `` The ink is too thick . '' The slam of the front door woke Jack , and he pulled himself up , declaring that he believed he had been having a nap . `` I wish you 'd have another , '' said Jill , greatly disappointed at the loss of the intelligence she seemed to be so near getting . `` Floor is too hard for tired bones . Guess I 'll go to bed and get rested up for Monday .
I 've worked like fury this XXXXX , so next I 'm going in for fun ; '' and , little dreaming what hard times were in store for him , Jack went off to enjoy his warm bath and welcome bed , where he was soon sleeping with the serene look of one whose dreams were happy , whose conscience was at rest .
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