"You mayn't feel it, dear," said Blessington, "but you are."
"I should think I ought to know best," said Archie.
"No, I know best," said Blessington firmly. "And your mamma says so, too."
Archie began to wonder they were not right. He did not feel tired, as he had told Blessington, but something inside him said that it did not want to run about, or even skate, but it was very well pleased that his body, well wrapped up, should sit up in bed, and bask in the sun which blazed in through the opened French window communicating with the big balcony outside his room. Then, after breakfast, there came in his mother with a big jovial man, whose name was Dr. Dobie.
"I never saw such a lazy fellow," exclaimed this rather attractive person. "Fancy not being up yet!"
"They wouldn't let me," said Archie.
"Well, as soon as I've had a look at you, up you shall get," said the doctor. "But I can't wait till you're dressed. Now, undo your coat a minute."
Once again the instrument with plugs was produced, and the ninety-nine game played.
"That's capital," said the doctor, "and now in a minute I'll have done with you. Just put that into your mouth with the end under your tongue. There, like that."
This was a very short process, and Dr. Dobie got up.