Literally, he had only to go into the water and gather them.

But "enough" is as good as "a feast." He ran to the pots with his miscellaneous bag, and was not received according to his deserts.

Miss Rolleston told him, a little severely, the water had been boiling a long time.

Then he produced his provender, by way of excuse.
"Tortoises again!" said she, and shuddered visibly.
But the quinces and cocoanuts were graciously received.

Welch, however, cried out for cabbage.
"What am I to do ?" said Hazel.