ously, wondering why luck should be so against him.
"Been having any fun?" asked the patient, wistfully.
"Swimmin', and all that!" answered Lonely.
Lionel Clarence made a clicking sound, with his tongue against the roof his mouth, which was meant to convey his poignant appreciation of such joys, as well as his regret that they were now beyond his reach.
He leaned further out of the window, pulling off the ice-bag as he looked down.
"S'pose you gettin' lots of jelly and stuff?" asked Lonely, cheeringly.
The patient shook his head sorrowfully.
"They 're half starving me up here!" he declared, with rising wrath.
Lonely took his turn at head- wagging, sympathetically.
"And shut up in this poke of a room all day!" lamented the invalid.
"You don't look so sick!" said Lonely.
"I don't believe I am!" said Lionel Clarence, slowly, and with some mysterious inward illumination.
He wriggled still further out into the air of
