‘Ain’t that it over there?’ Gustus asked, and levelled the glass at a dark object a hundred yards away. ‘No; it’s only an old boot. I say, this is a fine spy-glass. It does make things come big.’
‘That’s not it. I’m certain I put it down somewhere just here. Oh, don’t!’
‘Look!’ he said, ‘look!’ and pointed.
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He snatched the glass from Gustus.
‘Look!’ he said, ‘look!’ and pointed.
A hundred yards away stood a boot about as big as the bath you see Marat in at Madame Tussaud’s.
‘S’welp me,’ said Gustus, ‘we’re asleep, both of us, and a-dreaming as things grow while we look at them.’
‘But we’re not dreaming,’ Edward objected. ‘You let me pinch you and you’ll see.’