“Did you?” said Bevis. “Here,” searching his pocket. “O! I’ve only a fourpenny piece left.” He gave it to her.
“I can cook,” said Loo wistfully, “and make tea.” This was a hint to them to take her with them; but away they strode unheeding. The tin kettle and teapot clashed in the sack.
“I believe I saw Val behind that tree,” said Bevis.
“He can’t see through a sack though,” said Mark.
The wind was still very light, and all the morning was occupied in delivering this cargo. The cave or store-room was now crammed full, and they could not put any more without shelves.
“That’s the last,” said Mark, dragging the heavy anvil in. “Except Pan.”
“And my books,” said Bevis, “and ink and paper. We must keep a journal of course.”
“So we must,” said Mark. “I forgot that. It will make a book.”
“‘Adventures in New Formosa,’” said Bevis.
“We’ll write it every evening after we’ve done work, don’t you see.”