"Why not?"
"Can't you remember?"
"I recollect being very interested in it."
"Is that all?" I gasped.
He paused.
"I was dreaming a good deal last night," he confessed, sheepishly.
"What sort of dreams?"
"Oh! Nightmare and things. . . . That fellow Captain Hook was after me. So were those wolves."
His eyes were shining and his cheeks glowing. There was no doubt that "Peter Pan" had left a very vivid impression on him.
"Would you like me to send for Dr. Croft?" I asked.