“Oh, yes. I’m all right. They wouldn’t let me out before, but I had to come to the match. Your mouth looks pretty plummy.”
“Turkey trod on it accidental-done-a-purpose. Well, I’m glad you’re better, because we owe you something. You and your membranes got us into a sweet mess, young man.”
“I heard of that,” said the boy, giggling. “The Head told me.”
“Dooce he did! When?”
“Oh, come on up to Coll. My shin’ll stiffen if we stay jawin’ here.”
“Shut up, Turkey. I want to find out about this. Well?”
“He was stayin’ at our house all the time I was ill.”
“What for? Neglectin’ the Coll. that way? ’Thought he was in town.”
“I was off my head, you know, and they said I kept on callin’ for him.”
“Cheek! You’re only a day-boy.”