“But I say,” said Hilary, with his mouth full; “this is just like feeding a wild beast in a cage.”
“But however did you come to be here?” cried the girl.
“Can’t talk till I’ve been fed a little more,” replied Hilary. “I say, Addy, dear, how about that milk?”
“That’s what I was thinking,” said the girl; “I can’t push that up to you on the stick.”
“No,” said Hilary, munching away. “What are we to do?”
“I don’t know, Hil.”
“I do.”
He took another tremendous bite, which made the two arches into one by the destruction of the model pier, laid the bread down on the window-sill, and was about to leap down, when he remembered something.
“I beg your pardon,” he said politely; “would you mind picking up my shoes on the end of that stick, and passing them up?”
“Oh, Hilary!”