“Lucky man!” replied Sanine.
“Not entirely,” added Ivanoff, with a droll expression of discontent, “for he’s forgotten the glasses.”
“Never mind! We can manage, somehow.”
Full of the sheer joy of living in this warm sunlight and green shade, Sanine climbed up a tree and began cutting off a bough with his knife, while Ivanoff watched him as the little white chips kept falling on to the turf below. At last the bough fell, too, when Sanine climbed down, and began to scoop it out, leaving the bark intact.
In a short time he had made a pretty little drinking-cup.
“Let’s have a dip afterwards, shall we?” said Ivanoff, who was watching Sanine’s craftsmanship with interest.
“Not a bad idea,” replied Sanine, as he tossed the newly-made cup into the air and caught it.
Then they sat down on the grass and did ample justice to their appetising little meal.
“I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to bathe.”
So saying, Ivanoff hastily stripped, and, as he could not swim, he plunged into shallow water where the even sandy bottom was clearly visible.