“Right again, Samson. And all the food we can. Why, Samson—”
“Yes, sir; I know what you are going to say. We’ve got to tell the ladies at the old home to hold their tongues, and say nothing to nobody, but go up to the Rill Head with a basket o’ wittles, and enjoy themselves, looking at the ships sailing by on the sea, and not eat nothing themselves, but tumble everything down that hole, with blankets and pillows, too, if they like, and do it every day.”
“Samson,” said Fred, joyously, “I did not think of half that, and I’ll never call you a stupid again. The very thing.”
“Ah, I am a clever one, I am, sir, when you come to know me. But how are you going to get to the Manor?”
“You will have to go with a message from me to my mother. Yes, this very day; but don’t tell them whom the provisions are for, and bid them be very cautious.”
“You leave that to me, sir,” said Samson. “And now, how are you going to get them to the cave?”
“We shall want a rope.”
“I’ll have it ready, sir. When?”
“This very night.”
“Yes, sir.”