“O! bother. It’s hot; don’t let’s have any. Let’s sit still.”
“Right.”
Pan looked from one to the other, ran round and came back, went into the underwood and came out again, but finding that it was of no use, and that the gun was really put aside, he presently settled down like them in the shade, and far enough from the fire not to feel any heat from it.
“Oaks are banyans, aren’t they?” said Mark. “They used to be, you know,” remembering the exploration of the wood.
“Banyans,” said Bevis.
“What are beeches?”
“O! teak.”
“That’s China; aren’t we far from China?”
“Ask me presently when I’ve got the astrolabe.”
“What are elms? Stop, now I remember; there are no elms!”