"Not yet, chummie; it is too long, or rather you're too weak. Why, you're crying!"
"It's tears of joy!"
"Well, well; I would join you, lad, but tears ain't in my line. But somebody else will want to see you to-morrow."
"Who?"
"Just wait and see."
Archie did wait. Indeed he had to; for the doctor left express orders that he was not to be disturbed.
The evening sun was streaming over the hills when Sarah entered next day and gave a look towards the bed.
"I'm awake, Sarah."
"It's Bob," said Sarah, "and t'other little gent. They be both a-comin' upstairs athout their boots."
Archie was just wondering what right Sarah had to call Bob Cooper by his Christian name, when Bob himself came quietly in.