It's only just gone five." "You'll have to wait, then," said Frank shortly.
Presently the Major did begin to bully Gertie.

He asked her what the devil was the good of her if she couldn't make a fire burn better than that.

He elbowed her out of the way and set to work at it himself.

She said nothing at all.

Yet there was not the faintest use in Frank's interfering, and, indeed, there was nothing to interfere in.
Food, too, this morning, seemed disgusting; and again Frank learned the difference between a kind of game played by oneself and a reality in which two others joined.