I heard a footstep, and looking round, saw that Briggs had come back.
"I must go now," I said to Chris, kissing him. "It is time for you to sleep. Good-night, dear!"
"Good-night!" he said, then turned his head towards the window and lay still, gazing solemnly with big, sleepy eyes at the stars that shone without.
CHAPTER V.
THE DOCTOR'S HEAD!
As Chris regained his strength he also regained his love of mischief—a state of affairs that proved somewhat trying. To keep him in bed and to keep him good was not a very easy task.
"The trouble it is, mum, words can't tell," Briggs said to me with fervour one evening when I had come upstairs to see that Chris was comfortably settled for the night. "If I turn my back for a moment he is half out of bed," she said, as she detained me for a moment as I went through the day-nursery. "He is that full of mischief I hardly know what to do with him."
"It shows he is getting strong again," I said, half smiling.
"It's the only way I can get any comfort," she said, sighing.