If you put them in the river they will revive." "Won't it be drowning them ?" asked Tony anxiously.
"No; they will float." "I know what I will do," he said, cheered by an idea that had come into his head.

He laid down his pasty and trotted down to the edge of the river.

In the wet sand he made little holes with his fingers, put the stems in the holes, and covered them up as though they were growing; then, greatly relieved, he returned and ate his pasty contentedly.
A pasty, even to a Cornish child, makes a satisfying meal, and when it is flanked by sandwiches, and apples, and a good draught of river water, there is no disinclination to remain still for a little while.

The four sat on quietly, and talked in a lazy, happy way of the present, the future, and the past--of what each one hoped to be, and of Dan's career in particular; whether he would go away to school, and where.

Aunt Pike came under discussion too, but not with that spirit of bitterness which would have been displayed at home, or before a less satisfying repast.
Here, in the midst of this beauty and peace, everything seemed different.