That door was locked, on the sitting-room side!" "Poor old boy! We'll soon put all that right.

You see you were pretty bad, while you _were_ bad; and all kinds of precautions were necessary.
We felt sure of a complete recovery, and I always predicted that it would be sudden.

But it is bound to take a little while to get all your surroundings readjusted.

Why not go home at once?
Pack up and go back to Hollymead this afternoon, and have a real jolly Christmas there--you, and Helen, and the kid." "The kid ?" queried Ronnie, perplexed.

"What kid?
Oh, you mean my 'cello--the Infant of Prague." Dick, meanwhile, had bitten his tongue severely.
"Yes, the jolly old Infant of Prague, of course.