“Jerry who?” asked Tom.
“Jerry Hinkley.”
Dan, who had started to get up, sank back again and viewed Nelson with real concern.
“What are you talking about?” he demanded.
“Why, Jerry Hinkley,” answered Nelson with a laugh. “Haven’t forgotten Jerry, have you?”
Dan shook his head sorrowfully.
“No, but you’d better forget him. Joking aside, Nel, what’s the matter with you?”
“Oh, nothing. Or—well, the fact is, I thought I saw things; elephants and camels and—and circuses, you know. I suppose I must have dreamed it.”
“Well, rather!” said Dan relievedly.