"It's probably nothing of the sort. I expect it's lying on the rocks if you'd only go and look for it. What a slacker you are."
"Thanks awfully! So pleased to hear your opinion of me. I'm ever so flattered, I assure you."
"Lesbia! Don't you think he ought to go and fetch my hat?"
"Lesbia doesn't think anything of the sort. I can see it in her eye. Do you, Lesbia?"
Thus appealed to, Lesbia was in a tight corner. Privately she thought Derrick would probably have fetched the hat if Regina had only asked him nicely. She tried to hedge.
"Shall I drop mine too?" she said jokingly, taking off her own hat and twirling it on her finger for fun. "Perhaps you'll fetch them both."
In a twinkling Derrick snatched it from her, threw it below on to the rocks, and went scrambling after it. Next moment a corner of the bank hid him from their view. The girls laughed.
"Temper!" said Regina. "That's Derrick all over."
"I hope he won't be long. My hair's getting very wet," declared Lesbia.
They waited some time, but no Derrick returned with the hats.