“Yes, meridian is the name. I know, the north star!”
“Then we must wait till night to know the time to-day.”
“And then till the sun shines again—”
“Till to-morrow.”
“Yes.”
“I know!” said Mark; “Charlie. You make the sundial, and he’ll wave the handkerchief at four o’clock.”
“Capital,” said Bevis. “Just the very thing—like Jupiter’s satellites; you know, they hide behind, and the people know the time by seeing them. Charlie will set the clock for us. There’s always a dodge for everything. Pan, Pan, you old rascal.”
Bevis rolled him over and over. Pan barked and leaped on them, and ran out into the sunshine.
“Breakfast,” said Mark; “what’s for breakfast?”
“Well, make some tea,” said Bevis, putting on his boots. “That was best. And, I say, we forgot the damper.”