"But you feel something, don't you, Jo?" asked Dan anxiously. "There is a bump there, isn't there?"
"A very little one," answered Joshua, earnestly manipulating Dan's head, and pressing the bump. "Do you feel spiteful?"
"No," said Dan, laughing.
"There's a bump twice as large just above your fighting one."
"What is that bump?" said Dan, examining the diagram again. "Ah that must be adhesiveness."
"I don't know what that means."
"Give me the dictionary;" and Dan with eager fingers turned over the pages of an old Walker's Dictionary. "'Adhesive--sticking, tenacious,'" he read. "That is, that I stick to a thing, as I mean to do to this. Now I'll tell you what we'll do, Jo. I shall sleep at your house to-morrow night, and when I am asleep, you shall press my organ of combativeness--put your fingers on it--yes, there; and when I wake I will tell you what I have dreamed of."
"All right," said Joshua, removing his fingers.
"You will be able to find the place again?"
"Yes, Dan."