"Thanks awfully, sir."
"I'll lend you anything you like!" quoth Harry recklessly.
He was thinking of some novels in the locked drawer.
"Honest Injun, sir?"
Harry laughed. The boy had a quaint way with him that never went too far, he was the one fellow with whom it was quite safe to joke, and it was delightful to see his dark eyes drying beneath the bright look that only left them when Woodman was really miserable.
"Honest Injun, Woodman."
"Then lend me a Tiddler."
"A what?"
"A Tommy Tiddler, sir," said Woodman demurely.
"How on earth do you know I have one?" cried Harry aghast.