quite passed into unconsciousness, and presently it was just as natural to find himself in William's arms. Out of a half-opened eye he saw William was in livery, for the blue and white stripes of his low waistcoat were close to him, and his cheek rested on William's shirtfront. And then he saw that there was a bright red stain there which certainly was not part of William's ordinary livery.
"Oh, William, I've messed you," he said. "I am sorry."
"That's all right, Master Archie," said William. "It wasn't a new shirt this morning."
Some dim reminiscence about something William had told him concerning beer-money and washing came into his head. William had beer-money or washing: he could not remember which."
"I shall pay for it anyhow," he said.
Still feeling rather dizzy, he had the impression of his own room with Blessington and his mother near him. Apparently he had been laid on the floor, for his bed looked tall beside him . Then he was not on the floor any more, but in his bed, and whether it was at once or later, he never knew, but presently there was in the room the stranger who once had made him play the pointless game of saying "ninety-nine"! Here he was again with a plug against Archie's chest, and two other plugs in his own ears. Archie remembered him quite distinctly: he was a doctor who didn't give any medicine.
"Shall I say 'ninety-nine'?" he asked.
"No, just think 'ninety-nine,' and don't talk. If you think 'ninety-nine' it will do just as well."
Archie had no desire to do anything beyond what he was told to do. He thought "ninety-nine," and the stranger smiled very kindly at him.
"That's capital," he said. "Now just go on thinking 'ninety-nine' …," and whether he floated out of the window, or vanished like the Cheshire cat, or
