When she had gone he did a strange thing. He took those boots,
dusty as they were and, placing them under the pillow, went to
sleep. But in the morning, although the nurse came in very
early, the boots were under the bed.
"If he comes in this morning, send him up here, won't you?" he
begged. "It would amuse me so; and I don't want to get up until
afternoon. I would be so charmed to meet that funny little boy.
My boots! How droll!"
About ten o'clock two boys strolled into the office and passed
the nurses' sitting-room. The dimply nurse seized on one of
them.
"I am so glad you have come!" she said.
"Captain DuChassis wants to see you. I told him how you came in
and asked for him yesterday."
She went on. "I can't go up for another hour; so you can both go
up and amuse him. I am sure he will tell you wonderful things
about the other side. Through the office and upstairs, boys."
She shooed them out and Beany and Asa stopped outside the door
and consulted.
Asa was a good boy but about as progressive as a potato, and
something the color of a peeled one. No amount of sun tanned
him. It made his eye-lashes whiter if anything, and his lips
paler.
"Were you here at all yesterday?" demanded Beany.
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