"I shall die if you don't, and then you'll be sorry." "Give her the sandwiches, for goodness' sake, and stop her silly mouth," said Peter, not quite unkindly.

"Look here," he added, turning to Bobbie, "perhaps we'd better have one each, too.

We may need all our strength.

Not more than one, though.

There's no time." "What ?" asked Bobbie, her mouth already full, for she was just as hungry as Phyllis.
"Don't you see," replied Peter, impressively, "that red-jerseyed hound has had an accident--that's what it is.