"Six foot four," he replied.
"I say! Do you like being so tall?"
"Don't mind it," said Jim; "knock my head rather too often, perhaps."
Frank laughed. "There's a master at my school almost as tall as you," he proceeded, "but much broader."
"Indeed!" said Jim, who frequently had to listen to comparisons of this sort.
"Well," continued Frank, surveying Jim with a critical eye, "I don't know whether he's much broader. You are rather broad, aren't you? But he's much fatter. They say he weighs eighteen stone. What do you weigh?"
"Frank," said Mrs Maybury, "don't ask such personal questions, dear."
Dora smiled. She was listening in a not uninterested way to her brother's ingenuous remarks.
"Oh, I don't mind, Mrs Maybury," said Jim; "I go just over thirteen stone," he added, addressing Frank.
The boy looked thoughtful. Presently he said: "Can you fight well, Dr Mortimer?"