They drew lots with little bits of brake fern. It fell to Jane's lot to waken the grown-up Lamb.
She did it gently by tickling his nose with a twig of honeysuckle. He said "Bother the flies!" twice, and then opened his eyes.
She did it gently by tickling his nose with a twig of honeysuckle
"Hullo, kiddies!" he said in a languid tone, "still here? What's the giddy hour? You'll be late for your grub!"
"I know we shall," said Robert bitterly.
"Then cut along home," said the grown-up Lamb.
"What about your grub, though?" asked Jane.
"Oh, how far is it to the station, do you think? I've a sort of a notion that I'll run up to town and have some lunch at the club."