This they did. The fresh moorland air had sharpened their appetites, and they found Mrs. Fry's home-made cake excellent. Theodore could have eaten the whole of his slice, but he knew he would be hungrier later on, so he carefully wrapped up the remaining half, and restored it to his pocket.
"Look here," said Theodore, "we had better move on."
"Let us stay here a little longer," Jack said pleadingly; "there's no hurry, is there?"
"Oh, no!" Theodore answered; "there's plenty of time. I wish we had a watch, though!"
"Mr. Fry says he can tell the time by the sun," Jack remarked; "he says it's better than any watch, because you can depend upon it. But you are going to have a watch soon, aren't you, Theo?"
"Yes; father said he'd give me one on my next birthday. I should not be surprised if he gave you one too."
"Oh, do you think he will?" Jack asked, flushing with delight at the idea. "But no," he added, his face falling, "that is not likely."
"Why not? Why shouldn't you have one as well as me?" Theodore enquired in surprise. "You would like a watch of your own, wouldn't you?"
"Yes; but you and I are different. You are father's real son, Theo, and I'm not."
"Oh, is that what you mean? Why, father thinks a lot of you, Jack; he's awfully fond of you! And we're just like real brothers, aren't we?"