“Well, of course it did.”
“Wonder how many years it will be before the sea washes the Crag all away.”
“What nonsense!”
“It isn’t. I was talking to Mr Deane about it the other day, and he says it is only a question of time.”
“What, before the Crag’s washed away? I should think it would be. I’ll tell you the proper answer to that—Never.”
“Oh, indeed,” said Vince: “then how about the caves in under here? Haven’t they all been hollowed out, and aren’t they always getting bigger? That’s how those on the other side must have been made. I shouldn’t wonder if they are full of water now.”
“What, with all those things in!” said Mike, in alarm. “Oh, I don’t believe that. When shall we go and see?”
“It would be horrible to go across the common on a day like this, and we should be soaked getting through the ferns and brambles.”
“Yes; it wouldn’t be nice now. But will you come first fine afternoon?”
“Well, I don’t know.”