And I said—
"I've got just as much honour as you for that matter. But my honour covers the hole of Merivale Grate Wood, and if your honour doesn't do the same, you'll loose the draggon-flies."
Morris thought over this a good deal.
At last he said—
"There's no doubt that Slade and probably Thompson minor will get draggon-flies in their collectshuns, owing to their living by swamps and rivers."
And I said—
"Do what you like, only it happens I'm going to the qwarry to-morrow for the hole day, and Matron is going to make me sandwiches to take."
"If you honestly think it is an honourable thing to do——" said Morris.
"I honestly do think so," I said.
"I believe you're right," he said. Then rather a footling idea struck him.