"Yes, sir."
"You may lead me to it."
When he had been brought to his bed he recalled the pink pajamas, and said:
"I thank you for your courtesy and your kindness." Then he said to himself: "It does me good—forget—happy now."
A moment later the fog closed over his consciousness again and he was asleep.
CHAPTER XXI
Night after night, Wookey, the little freshman from a mountain village of Maine, the shadow of a grind, whom no one knew in his class, and who would never know any one, waited over his books the hour of twelve and the arrival of the great man gone wrong, whose secret only he possessed. Sometimes at the clatter on the stairs, when he went out eagerly, the hero would be in control, and would say:
"Hello, Wookey, how are you to-night?"