And the Doctor listened down the trumpet and said,
"I hear a guilty conscience."
Then the Junior Subaltern sent his mother out of the room quick to get a second opinion.
So his mother went to fetch the vet.
Then the Junior Subaltern confessed in a whisper about the drop of you-know off the feather in the porch, and said,
"Only don't tell mother."
Just then his mother tramped back in muddy boots and said she couldn't find him.
So the good old doctor washed his hands and said it didn't matter; and he dried them before the fire, and went wise, and said,
"Er—I think a little careful regulation of the diet will set things straight. Er—I was just telling your son that I should only drink milk and lots of water in it."
Then the Junior Subaltern's mother took fire, and snapped,