"I should say so!" assented his friend. "I say, though, you were dreaming like a madman last night."
"Was I?" laughed Caggles; "I'm an awful fellow to dream. I used to walk in my sleep, but I've got over that. They say it comes of having an active brain."
"Aye; and they say that kids with active brains like that generally turn out to be tip-top poets and authors."
"Do they?" said Caggles, suddenly imagining himself a budding genius.
"Oh," said Bottlebury, with delightfully refreshing candor, "I don't suppose it means anything in your case, you know."
"Why?" asked the disappointed Caggles, in an injured tone of voice.
"Well, I don't think you've got enough brains for 'em to be active. It'll be active nerves in your case. It's just the same, only it's different; see?"
"Was I talking in my sleep?" asked Caggles, anxious to change the subject.
"I think so. I just caught something about 'moles,' but I went to sleep pretty soon after."
"Well, I've been wishing for a mole," said Caggles; "Tupman says they've got no eyes, and I say they have. I'm going to hunt for one of the little beggars, just to see who's right."