“I hope not.”
“Nonsense! Why, it’s just what you want. Here, you let me take you in hand, and I’ll soon make a difference in you. See how white and thin you are.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, horrid! You shall have some porridge and milk to-morrow morning. That’s the stuff, as Long Shon says, to lean your back against for the day.”
“I don’t understand you!”
“Lean it against forwards,” said Kenneth, laughing. “Besides, we only have two meals here a day.”
“Only two?” cried Max, staring. “Why, we always have four at home!”
“That’s because you don’t know any better, I suppose. You can have lunch and tea here if you like,” said Kenneth contemptuously, “but we never do—we haven’t time.”
“Haven’t time?”
“No. Who’s going to come back miles from shooting or fishing for the sake of a bit of lunch. I always take mine with me.”