“Look at him,” said the Doctor merrily, and he snatched the coverlet back. “Why, you vain peacock of a fellow, who do you think is going to notice the size of your head?”
“I, for one,” said Bracy, smiling. “Why, Gedge, it is nothing like so big as it was.”
The lad looked at him as if he doubted his words.
“Ain’t it, sir? Ain’t it really?”
“Certainly not.”
“Hoo-roar, then! who cares? If it isn’t so big now it’s getting better, ’cos it was getting bigger and bigger last night—warn’t it, sir?”
“Yes,” said the Doctor; “but the night’s rest and the long sleep gave the swelling time to subside.”
“The which, please, sir.”
“The long sleep,” said the Doctor tartly.
“Please, sir, I didn’t get no long sleep.”