A pause.
“You broken your arm?” said Peter.
“Not so bad as that. I’ve got to have some bits of shell taken out.”
“That Egyptian shell? When you got the V.C.?”
“I never told you of the Egyptian shell?” asked Oswald.
“Mummy did. Once. Long ago.”
Another pause.
“This garden’s not so greatly altered, Peter,” said Oswald.
“There’s a Friendship’s Garden up that end,” said Peter, indicating the end by a movement of his head. “But it isn’t much. Aunt Phœbe started it and forgot it. Every one who came was to plant something. And me and Joan have gardens, but they’ve got all weedy now.”
“Let’s have a look at it all,” said Oswald, and guardian and ward strolled towards the steep.