“Had anything yourself?”
“Bother!” said Pen. “Make haste. Toss off that water. I want the cup.”
“Had anything yourself?” repeated Punch firmly.
“Well, no.”
“Then I sha’n’t touch a drop until you have half and take some of that bread.”
“But—”
“It’s no good, Pen. I sha’n’t and I won’t—so there!”
Pen hesitated.
“Very well,” he said; “half.” And he drank some of the water. “It’s very good—makes one feel better,” and he ate a morsel or two of bread. “I had a job to get it.”
“What did that fellow want?” asked Punch as he attacked his share.