The boy, who had been thrown backward, heels high, laughed as he settled himself again on his cushion:—
"He thought you wanted to turn in."
"He thinks too much—sometimes."
"Don't they ever get sick there?"
"I suppose they do."
"Then you turn in!"
"Then I don't turn in."
"Aren't you their doctor?"
"I was the doctor once."
"Where was I?"