“Oh! there’s a refreshment room!” exclaimed Marjorie, pointing to a hole in the wall, on the ledge of which were displayed a few doubtful-looking articles.
“Shall I join you in a little light repast?” said an insinuating voice behind them, and turning around, they beheld the Dodo smoothing his glove and smirking ingratiatingly.
Dick felt in his pocket, and was delighted to find that he had a two-shilling-piece tucked away in a corner.
“Yes, we might as well have something,” he said, generously. “I wonder who attends to this department? There doesn’t seem to be anybody about.”
He knocked at the wall with his two-shilling-piece, and, suddenly, an elderly lady, with a very sharp face and a shrill voice, popped her head up and exclaimed, “Well! what do you want?”
Dick was startled by her sudden appearance, and stammered a little.
“Er—er—a——” he began.
“A glass bun and a bath of milk, please,” prompted the Dodo.
“No; he means a bath bun and a glass of milk,” laughed Marjorie, smiling up at the lady’s face.
There was no smile in response, however, and she replied, crossly, “Why doesn’t he say what he means, then? We’ve no bath buns, and no milk,” she went on. “There’s a currant bun, a box of chocolates, and a bottle of gingerbeer. You can take them or leave them, whichever you like.”