truckle bed, and George and I slept in that, and kept in by tying ourselves together with a sheet; and the other was the little boy's bed, and Harris had that all to himself, and we found him, in the morning, with two feet of bare leg sticking out at the bottom, and George and I used it to hang the towels on while we bathed.
We were not so uppish about what sort of hotel we would have, next time we went to Datchet.
To return to our present trip: nothing exciting happened, and we tugged steadily on to a little below Monkey Island, where we drew up and lunched.

We tackled the cold beef for lunch, and then we found that we had forgotten to bring any mustard.

I don't think I ever in my life, before or since, felt I wanted mustard as badly as I felt I wanted it then.

I don't care for mustard as a rule, and it is very seldom that I take it at all, but I would have given worlds for it then.
I don't know how many worlds there may be in the universe, but anyone who had brought me a spoonful of mustard at that precise moment could have had them all.

I grow reckless like that when I want a thing and can't get it.
Harris said he would have given worlds for mustard too.