"Then why did you ask me?" I inquired.
"'Cause I wanted to see if you could guess," he said.
"It's nothing naughty, is it?" I asked.
"Oh no!" he replied in the most virtuous of voices, "it's very good.
"I've done now," he remarked a few minutes later, sitting up and putting the sheet of foolscap and the red-lead pencil under his pillow. "When I get better will you play horses with me? You said you would, and you never have."
"That is very wrong of me," I answered. "Yes, I will play with you when you are better."
"When will the doctor come?" he suddenly asked with some eagerness.
"Very soon now, I think," I replied. "It is just about his time."
"Will you be a lame horse when you play, or a well horse?"
"Which of the two horses has the least work?"