"It's like service in church," he confided to Bumps; "are you going to do it, Bumps?"
"Oh, yeth, I'll do it," assented Bumps cheerfully, "if you does."
"I suppose I'd better."
Jack walked up to the stones and took up the bottle. He poured some oil out, then followed Jill's example and read the verse out as bravely and loudly as he could.
Jill and Bumps uttered an emphatic "Amen," and Jack came back to his tree and sat down, heaving a great sigh of relief as he did so.
"Go on, Bumps," he muttered.
Bumps trotted up to the stones then looked helplessly round.
"I don't know what next," she said.
"Pour out some oil."
"It's a fat cork—oh! ah! it's thpilt itthelf down my pinny!"