In about five and a half seconds, as nearly as I can judge, they were both on deck rubbing their eyes and looking about them.
"Isn't it famous?" cried Frank.
"Oh, it's grand!"
"But I say, you know, what about my mamma and your Mammy Mop?"
"Oh, that'll be alright! Daddy and mammy are so sensible, both of them."
"So are mine, but——"
"But what?"
"Well, they know I'm not. They haven't forgotten those lobsters yet."
"Well, I'm going to forget everything as much as I can. I have my wee sister to comfort and see after. Daddy will pray for us, and then he'll be content and happy."
"I say, are you hungry?"