"I can't leave what I'm doing." "I hate waiting," said Gregory.
Robert, however, became suddenly very stern.

He advanced on Gregory with a knife in his hand, and, swooping on the boot, cut both laces.
"There," he said, "get into bed, and you must buy some more laces at Cheltenham." "I hate Cheltenham," said Gregory.

But he said no more; he saw that Robert was cross.
When, a little later, Janet took a plate of tongue over to his bunk, he was fast asleep.

The others had a dismal, grumpy meal, and they were glad when the washing-up was done and it was bedtime.

But no one had a good night.