“Everybody’s ready.”
“Lots of them. Do you think you shall want any more?”
“I know six,” said a third voice, and Tim came round the corner, having waited to steal a strawberry, “and one’s a whopper.”
“Let’s begin.”
“Now then.”
“O! don’t make such a noise,” said Bevis. The sails and the savages had rather put the war aside, but Mark had talked of it to others, and the idea spread in a minute; everybody jumped at it, and all the cry was War!
“Make me lieutenant,” said Andrew, appearing from the orchard.
“I want to carry the flag.”
“Come down and tell us.”
“How are we to tell you if you keep talking?” said Mark; Bevis put his head out of window by the pears, and they were quiet.