"Oh--anything--it doesn't matter much what one eats, does it?"
"Then we'll eat anything," he smiled--"whatever they give us. But we shall be hungry, you know. We shall be awfully hungry."
"Well," said Jill under her breath--"I'm sure they'll give us enough. And what do we do then?"
"After breakfast?"
"Yes."
"Well--I finish just one moment before you do, and then I get up, pretending that I'm going to the window."
She looked up surprised.
"Pretending? What for?"
"Because I want to get behind your chair."
"But why?"