Bill nodded; he felt dizzy and helplessly weak.
"How long have I been here?" he asked.
"Since the turning of the moon."
"I'm afraid that is not very definite. You see I didn't even know the moon had been turned. Who turned it? And is it really turned to cheese or just turned around?"
The girl regarded him gravely, a puzzled expression puckering her face. Bill laughed.
"Forgive me," he begged. "I was talking nonsense. Can you tell me how many days I have been here?"
"It is fifteen days since we drew you from the river."
"Who's we?"
Again the girl seemed perplexed.
"I mean, who helped you pull me out of the drink?"