"I've got common sense enough to know you said you had some bits of candle in your pocket." "Humph!" grunted Vince, whose eyes were wandering in all directions about the beautiful cave.

"What's the good of candles without something to stick them in?
That socket's melted off, I know." "Soon manage that," said Mike, picking up a large whorled shell.
"There's a natural candlestick; and if we hadn't found that, our fists would have done, or we could have stuck the candle on to the lanthorn with some of the grease." "My word, he is a clever old Ladle!" cried Vince jeeringly.

"I say, isn't this dry sand jolly for your legs?
Mine are as right as can be." "Capital," said Mike, who was pulling on his grey knitted socks.

"I say, though, we have found out a place.

I vote we come often." "Yes," said Vince.