"I am glad you're to stay," he said.

"Now, for fear you should begin to talk, I'm going out to Billy to get my boots blacked.

So good-bye for a bit, old boy." "But, Jack--" I began, trying to keep him.
"Not a word now," said he, going to the door.

"Presently." I was too contented and comfortable to fret myself about anything, still more to puzzle my brains about what I couldn't understand.

So I lay still thinking of nothing, and knowing nothing except that I had found my friend once more, and that he was more to me than ever.
Nothing makes one so sleepy as thinking of nothing at all; and long before Jack returned from his visit to Billy I was asleep, and slept soundly all through the night.
Next morning I woke invigorated in body and mind.