“Wouldn’t it be splendid to stop here altogether?”
“First-rate; no stupid sillinesses.”
“No bother.”
“Have your dinner when you like.”
“Nobody to bother where you’ve been to.”
“Let’s live here.”
“All right. Only we must have a gun to shoot birds and things to eat,” said Bevis. “It’s no use unless we have a gun; it’s not proper, nor anything.”
“No more it is,” said Mark; “we must have a gun. Go and stare at Frances.”
“But it takes such a time, and then you know how slow Jack is. It would take him three months to make up his mind to lend us the rifle.”
“So it would,” said Mark; “Jack’s awful slow, like his old mill-wheel up there.”