“No, you don’t,” said Dick impatiently. “You were never in a baker’s oven, and you were never a mouse.”
“No. More of the elephant about me,” said Wyatt good-humouredly. “I’m getting too fat.”
“Yes; we want some change,” said Dick impatiently.
“You think so, do you?”
“Yes; it’s so monotonous here. I’m getting horribly tired of it.”
“Oh, that’s what you mean—not about my being too heavy?”
“Absurd! No.”
“Well, what shall we do?”
“I don’t know. Couldn’t we get up a tiger-hunt, or go fishing?”
“Um-mm-m, well, yes, we could. Tell you what, Dick, boy. Here’s an idea, and it will be more exciting.”