"Peter," said she suddenly, speaking over her shoulder, "of what are you thinking?"
"Of a certain steak pasty that was promised for my supper," I answered immediately, mendacious.
"Oh!"
"And what," I inquired, "what were you thinking?"
"I was thinking, Peter, that the—shadow in the hedge may not have been
Black George, after all."
CHAPTER XII
WHO COMES?
"This table wobbles!" said Charmian.
"It does," said I, "but then I notice that the block is misplaced again."
"Then why use a block?"