"But they know, don't they? 'Cause if they don't, how are they to make one?"
"That's for themselves to find out," answered the young man, recalling an experience or two of his own which had not been successful. "By the way, how many wells have you dug to-day?"
"I don't remember," said Trixy, going into a brown study. The young officer strolled off to struggle by himself with his problem, leaving Trixy with her own. A possible aid to solution came to the child's mind. Exclaiming to herself, "Why, of course!" she began to walk, looking carefully at every person she met. Soon she saw Jermyn and Kate and attached herself to them.
"What is it, dear?" asked Kate in a tone so tender that any hesitation the child may have had vanished at once.
"Have you made it?"
"Made what?"
"Oh, if you don't know, it don't mind, I s'pose. Lieutenant Prewser thought you did know, or I wouldn't have asked you."
"What on earth is the child talking about?" asked Kate.
"Explain yourself, Trixy," said Jermyn. "What did Prewser say we knew how to do?"