"
"I'm afraid that'll be a long time."
"No. Oh no, it won't," said Will cheerily. "You'll be all right before
you know it."
Peter John shook his head and was about to reply, when Mott entered the
room and at the same time the physician also came. The latter glanced
keenly at his patient, and then said to the visitors, "That's enough
this time, boys. You'd better cut it short now and come again."
Will and Mott at once departed after bidding Peter John good-bye, and
when they were out on the sidewalk Mott began to laugh.
"What's struck you? I don't see anything so very funny," said Will
irritated by his companion's manner.
"Peter John has made a clean breast of it."
"What of it?"
"Oh, nothing much. Only when the 'devil was sick the devil a monk would
be.' You know the words probably. It strikes me as absolutely funny."
"I don't see anything to laugh about," retorted Will warmly.
"You wait and maybe you will later, Phelps. Tra, la, freshman!" and Mott
abruptly departed.
His words, however, still lingered in Will's mind, and throughout the
evening the jingling rhyme that the sophomore had repeated kept running
through his thoughts.
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