“Try some of those little bananas.”
“No—no—no, I couldn’t eat any more fruit.”
“No more can I. Shall we tell them to bring us some curry to finish off with?”
“Oh, I say, don’t talk any more about eating,” cried Ned; “we seem to have done nothing else all day.”
“Well, there wasn’t anything else to do.—I know.”
“What?”
“Let’s catch the jungle fever. Then they’ll be obliged to take us back to the doctor.”
“Nonsense! But I say, Frank, if it’s so miserable and wearisome to be shut up like this for a day, what will it be by-and-by?”
“I don’t know. Never mind by-and-by,” said Frank. “’Nough to do to think of just now. What shall we do?”
“Go to sleep and forget it till to-morrow morning,” said Ned philosophically.