“I was just speaking to Tom,” Chot replied. “You and I, Tom, will eat raspberry jam, chocolate cake, currant jelly and brown bread.”
“Oh, yum, yum!” cried Fleet. “Let me up this minute and I’ll forget you ever sat on me.”
“Shall we let him up?” asked Tom.
“May as well. I think he has learned his lesson. The next time he has something to tell us, he’ll tell it, and not make us ask him over and over.”
A moment later Fleet was on his feet.
“Where’s the box?” he demanded, looking around.
“First, what are you going to tell us?”
“Aw—that can wait—I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry. Tell us.”
“Well, the canoes have come,” said Fleet. “I came in to tell you so Pod wouldn’t hear.”