“You’ll let us know?”
“Shall we tell anybody else?”
“Lots,” said Bevis; “tell lots. We’re going to have the biggest armies ever seen.”
“Thousands,” said Mark. “Millions!”
“Millions!” said Bevis.
“Hurrah!” they shouted.
“Here,” said Bevis, throwing the remainder of the cherries out like a shower among them.
“Are you coming to quoits?”
“O! no,” said Mark, “we have so much to do; now go away.” The soldiery moved off through the garden, snatching lawlessly at any fruit they saw.
“Mark,” said Bevis on his knees again, “these sails will have to be hemmed, you know.”