"Well, we must go, we must go." "But I haven't seen your stratum at all," demurred Billy to her guide, as they went down the stairway.
"Then there's something left for to-morrow," promised Bertram; "but you must remember, I haven't got any beautiful 'Old Blues' and 'black basalts,' to say nothing of stamps and baggage tags.

But I'll make you some tea--some real tea--and that's more than William has done, with all his hundred and one teapots!".