I know what book it's out of too.

And if the whole story got out of the book we're all right.

Only we shall go on for ages and climb out at last, three days' journey from Trieste.' 'I see,' said Lucy, and added that she hated geography.

'Drink your cocoa while it's hot,' she said in motherly accents, and 'what book is it ?' 'It's _The Last Cruise of the Teal_,' he said.

'Helen gave it me just before she went away.