"Yes, he did," murmured Barty.
"Now what do you think we had better look for first?" the Good Wolf asked him.
"What do you think?" said Barty.
"I want you to tell me," replied the Good Wolf. "It's your desert island, you know, and you ought to take some of the responsibility."
Barty stood still and looked down at the ground, and the crowd of black monkeys at the top of the tree looked down at him and stopped chattering as if they wanted to hear what he would say. After about a minute he looked up.
"We can't roast potatoes unless we have a fire, and we can't have a fire unless we have some matches, and we haven't any matches," he said.
The Good Wolf shook his head seriously.
"No, we haven't any matches," he answered.
"Do you think we should find any if we went to look for some?" Barty asked, feeling rather uncertain.