"He finds that all his time is now required at the office of the newspaper he writes for, and therefore he has really no use for his room except as a bedroom.

So that our room up stairs is at our complete disposal." "How jolly!" I exclaimed.

"Nothing could have happened more delightfully." "Nothing," said Jack, as pleased as I was; "and he says any time of an evening when he's away we can use the lower room as if it was our own.
Isn't it brickish of him ?" I agreed heartily in the sentiment, and proceeded to Hawk Street with less weight on my mind than ever.
There, as was natural, I found myself an object of a good deal of interest and remark.

Doubleday, who once during my illness had sent me a short note of sympathy by Smith, was the first to welcome me back to my old quarters.
"Here we are again, young 'un, alive and kicking," cried he, clapping me on the back as I entered.

"How his whiskers have grown, haven't they, Wallop?
Well, how's your game leg ?" "It was my arm, not my leg," I said.
"No! was it?
I heard it was your off-leg and your spine and your skull that were smashed.