"When your time's up come to me"
"I will—if I'm the same size then," said Robert truthfully.
"If you grow a bit, so much the better," said the gentleman.
When he had gone, Robert beckoned Cyril and said—
"Tell them I must and will have a rest. And I want my tea."
Tea was provided, and a paper hastily pinned on the tent. It said—
CLOSED FOR HALF AN HOUR
WHILE THE GIANT GETS HIS TEA
Then there was a hurried council.
"How am I to get away?" said Robert.
"I've been thinking about it all the afternoon."