Ten minutes later he dreamed that he was falling down innumerable flights of stairs, bounding from one to another with ever increasing momentum. He didn’t seem concerned about the process of falling, but he knew that when he reached the bottom, if he ever did, there would be an awful smash! In case there shouldn’t be enough left of him to groan then, maybe he had better do it now. So he did, quite frightfully. And opened his eyes to find Arnold and Frank tugging at him and laughing.
“Wake up, Toby! It isn’t true!”
“N-no,” agreed Toby doubtfully. “But—I’m glad you stopped me before I got to the bottom!”
“Nightmare?” asked Frank. “I have it sometimes. Get a move on. We’re going to get supper early and beat it over to Greenburg for the first house at the movies.”
“I don’t see any use in my spending good money to see movies,” demurred Toby, sitting up sleepily, “when all I’ve got to do is go to sleep and have movies of my own!”
Arnold grinned. “How did practice go?” he asked significantly.
“Fine.” Toby was quite cheerful and nonchalant. “Made me sleepy, though, I guess.”
“Hope you’re not tired or lame or anything like that? You had such a lot of fun ragging me yesterday, you know. Too bad if you—er——”
“Me? Oh, well, it was pretty warm, of course, but when you’re in good hard condition——”