It will keep us awake at night, just remembering it.' 'I'm sorry,' said Lucy.
'You should always come into strange towns by the front gate,' said the man; 'try to remember that, will you?
Good-night.' 'But you're not going off like this,' said Lucy.

'Let me write a note and drop it down to the others.

Have you a bit of pencil, and paper ?' 'No,' said the strange people, staring at her.
'Haven't you anything I can write on ?' Lucy asked them.
'There's nothing here but pine-apples,' said one of them at last.
So she cut a pine-apple from among the hundreds that grew among the rocks near by, and carved 'WAIT' on it with her penknife.
'Now,' she said, 'open that well lid.' 'It's as much as our lives are worth,' said the leader.
'No it isn't,' said Lucy; 'there's no law against dropping pine-apples into the well.

You know there isn't.

It isn't like drawing water.