“Yes, it is, when you talk nonsense. Now then, breakfast.”
“Don’t gammon,” said the poor fellow feebly. “My head isn’t all swimmy now. Beginning to remember. Didn’t you carry me down here?”
“To be sure, and precious heavy you were!”
“Good chap!” said the boy, sighing. “You always was a trump; but don’t play with a poor fellow. There can’t be no breakfast.”
“Oh, can’t there? I’ll show you; and I want to begin. I say, Punch, I’m nearly starved.”
“I’m not,” said the poor fellow sadly. “I couldn’t eat.”
“Oh, well, you have got to, so look sharp, or I shall go mad.”
“Whatcher mean?”
“I told you I’m starving. I have hardly touched anything for two days except water.”
“Well, go on then. What is there for breakfast?”