“What?”
“Fetch the water.”
“O! I’m not Polly.”
“But I’m captain.”
“Hum!”
However, Mark fetched the pot, filled it at the shore, and presently came back with it, and put it on. Then he sat down too in the shade.
“You’ve not finished,” said Bevis.
“What else?”
“What else; why the bacon.”
“Get it yourself.”