He said my constitution was quite changed, and that I'm fit for anything now.

If it hadn't, I couldn't have stood three days of this illness.

That's all thanks to you, and the games you've made me fond of." "More thanks to old Martin," said Tom; "he's been your real friend." "Nonsense, Tom; he never could have done for me what you have." "Well, I don't know; I did little enough.

Did they tell you--you won't mind hearing it now, I know--that poor Thompson died last week?
The other three boys are getting quite round, like you." "Oh yes, I heard of it." Then Tom, who was quite full of it, told Arthur of the burial-service in the chapel, and how it had impressed him, and, he believed, all the other boys.

"And though the Doctor never said a word about it," said he, "and it was a half-holiday and match-day, there wasn't a game played in the close all the afternoon, and the boys all went about as if it were Sunday." "I'm very glad of it," said Arthur.