And his knees were cocked up, and his arms round them, and his little nose laid on his knees skew-wise.
And he was saying to himself in a weak voice,
"I am the Colonel. I love evewybody, and evewybody loves me. And evewything's always as nice as nice can be in our dear Countwy. Only I've had a bit of a shock—that's all."
Then Tiny climbed out on to the floor, and came towards the corner on his toes.
And when the Colonel saw him coming, he let his knees down, and went back on the pillow, and said rather faintly,
"Ah, my dear dear boy!—how are you?—how's Baby?" for next to animals, the Colonel loved Baby best in all the world.
Then Tiny shook hands and said,
"I'm awfully sorry to hear of this, Sir." And he pulled a truss of straw up to the bed and sat on it, and said very gently,
"Would you care for me to tell you about me and Baby and Moonland, Sir?—and the landlady, and the lake, and the fish there was supposed to be there, and that?"
For Tiny began to understand a little about illness now: for Baby taught him. Only he thought he understood a lot more than he did, which was rather a favourite thing of Tiny's.