"Hang spring water!" said Idler. "Hang water anyway!"
"Indigo," cried Harry, jumping at the hint, "fetch us some very weak whey from the spa. Let's have a real old high jinks of a slambang bust to celebrate my convalescence. Hello! What's that?"
The wild wail of a bagpipe smote the air and the four boon companions rushed to the window.
"Have him in!"
"Yoho!"
"Here, Sawnie!"
"He's coming."
Indigo and the piper entered from opposite doors at about the same time, the former fetching the "whey," which had a suspiciously reddish hue and was served in narrow bottles, the latter arrayed in all the bravery of his plaids, with a little boy by his side in similar costume.
"Hit her up, Sawnie," cried Kennedy.
"Let him wet his whistle first," said the Sunburst.