“Good-night.”
“Good-night.”
“Think we shall catch cold?”
“I hope not.”
“If we do, I’ve got some capital stuff in a bottle to cure colds, and I’ll give you some.”
“Thank you,” I said, and there was a pause.
“Are you asleep?” I said after a time, during which I had lain thinking about our experience of the day.
“No.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“I was wondering whether Mr and Mrs Jem Roff ate all that eel.”