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"Georgie" you should have seen his eyes blaze. He said he'd give everything he'd got to come over for the afternoon, and help us to give them beans."

"Poor lad," said I compassionately. "I wonder if he will ever be quite well again."

"He's well now," Georgie said doggedly. "And even if he isn't I've a theory about him."

"Well?" said I doubtfully, for I had little faith in Georgie's theories.

"You know they said that it was a kick on the head which turned him silly in the first place, and it seems to me, that if he had the luck to play in a match, and get kicked again in the same place, it might make him quite well again. What do you think?"

"I think it's a wild improbability," said I slowly.

"Well," Georgie went on, "it was the junior doctor who was with us when we were talking, and he got quite keen about the match. He said he would persuade 206