"Oh, all right. I sha'n't eat it though—not all at once."
"No," said Helen, "keep it till you're hungry. The grains go quite a long way when you're hungry."
"I'll eat one a year," said the boy, "and then they'll go so far they'll outlast me my lifetime."
"Yes," said Helen, "but the bread will be gone in forty minutes. And then you'll be where you can get meat."
"You funny thing," said the boy, puzzled because she never smiled.
"Where can you get meat?" she asked.
"In a boat, fishing for rabbits."
But she took no notice of the rabbits. She said eagerly, "A boat? are you going in a boat?"
"Yes."
"Are you a sailor?"