"That depends on the little boy who does them," I replied gravely. "If he tires his granny very much, it is not surprising that she should go to sleep."
Chris looked thoughtful.
"Have I been a good boy?" he said.
"You were inattentive at the beginning, dear," I replied, "but you were good afterwards."
"Then I shall tell Briggs I have been a good boy," he remarked with satisfaction. And with a certain expression of anticipated triumph upon his face, he walked off, followed by Jack, his constant and faithful companion.
CHAPTER IV.
TEACHING JACKY TO SWIM.
"Tell you a story? What shall it be about? I thought you were tired of stories." Granny spoke a trifle drowsily. It was very warm that September afternoon—an afternoon that made you feel more inclined to sleep than to tell stories.
But Chris was not to be denied.