CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.
"SMALL AND EARLY" IN THE SANATORIUM.
My recovery was far too rapid to please me.

I never had such a jolly time in all my life.

My mother was in and out all day; there were no lessons.

I was allowed to summon any chum I liked to my bedside.

I was receiving messages daily from masters and seniors, and, best of all, I had nothing the matter with me except, a strong disinclination to exert myself, and an occasional headache or dizziness when I sat up.
I had come up to Low Heath that term with the honest determination to "lie low." I little expected, however, that I should find myself quite so literally adhering to my resolution.
My one trouble was that all this time I had not seen Tempest.