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I hate Dr. Watts, and I love to go to sleep. I dream
such jolly things. Sleep is ever so much nicer than being awake,
isn't it?"
I wanted sleep, having had but little for two nights, and could
therefore agree with him.
"You get such jolly adventures when you dream," said Tom,
reflectively.
I had been rather surfeited with adventures lately, so held my peace.
"Now, real life is so dull. If one could only meet with
adventures--"
I caught the sound of wheels behind us, and turned round. We had
struck off the downs on to the high road. A light gig with one
occupant was approaching us. As it drew near the driver hailed us.
"Hullo! lads, is this the road for Polkimbra?"
The speaker was a short, grizzled, seafaring man, with a kind face
and good-humoured mouth. He drove execrably, and pulled his quiet
mare right back upon her haunches.
I answered that it was.
"Are you bound for there? Yes? Jump up then. I'll give you a
lift."
I looked at Tom; he, of course, was ready for anything that would
save trouble, so we clambered up beside the stranger.


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