The candle end Peter had carried, and which now burned on a flat stone, gave hardly any light at all.
"Oh, DO look up," said Phyllis.

"For MY sake! I believe he's dead." "For MY sake," repeated Bobbie.

"No, he isn't." "For ANY sake," said Peter; "come out of it." And he shook the sufferer by the arm.
And then the boy in the red jersey sighed, and opened his eyes, and shut them again and said in a very small voice, "Chuck it." "Oh, he's NOT dead," said Phyllis.

"I KNEW he wasn't," and she began to cry.
"What's up?
I'm all right," said the boy.
"Drink this," said Peter, firmly, thrusting the nose of the milk bottle into the boy's mouth.

The boy struggled, and some of the milk was upset before he could get his mouth free to say:-- "What is it ?" "It's milk," said Peter.