Anyway, I know I was hungry.

But that was no proof it was supper time.

Sometimes I've been hungry in the middle of the night.

I guess St.Swithin stopped to have his supper; anyway, it began pouring again as soon as we got across.
"Anyway, we got the letters mailed," I said; "what do I care?
Let it rain." "I'm willing," Bert said, "as long as we can't stop it." We were both feeling good, even if we were wet.
"Suppose Lieutenant Donnelle writes and says he doesn't know anything about the money ?" I said.

Because now the excitement of getting the letters ready and all that was over, I began to feel a little shaky.
Bert said, "Well, if it's a case of _supposing_, suppose we start home." We hiked it back the same way we had come, all the way in a pelting rain.