You take the longest bit of candle, and, oh--be quick, for this bit won't burn long." "I don't think Mother would like me leaving you," said Peter, doubtfully.

"Let me stay, and you and Phil go." "No, no," said Bobbie, "you and Phil go--and lend me your knife.

I'll try to get his boot off before he wakes up again." "I hope it's all right what we're doing," said Peter.
"Of course it's right," said Bobbie, impatiently.

"What else WOULD you do?
Leave him here all alone because it's dark?
Nonsense.

Hurry up, that's all." So they hurried up.
Bobbie watched their dark figures and the little light of the little candle with an odd feeling of having come to the end of everything.