“My shoulder throbs and burns, and my head is all queer. Ah, I remember now,” he cried, excitedly; “I fell.”
“Yes, yes, but—”
“Oh, doctor,” cried the boy, in a voice full of excitement, “don’t say I broke my new double glass!”
“My dear lad,” cried the doctor, smiling; “I don’t know.”
“Doctor!”
“But if you have I’ll buy you another.”
“So I fell from up aloft?”
“Here you are, sir,” came in a hoarse voice; “got at the tank quite easy, and I found a sound glass.”
Then the sturdy fellow gave a frisk after the fashion of an ancient goat.
“Hooroar!” he cried; “Jack’s alive O! I knew he wouldn’t die a bit!”