The last time 'twas five shillin' an' costs or ten days.

An' there's the children to be considered." During this debate Tilda and Arthur Miles had wandered ashore with 'Dolph, and the dog, by habit inquisitive, had headed at once for a wooden storehouse that stood a little way back from the waterside-- a large building of two storeys, with a beam and pulley projecting from the upper one, and heavy folding-doors below.

One of these doors stood open, and 'Dolph, dashing within, at once set up a frantic barking.
"Hullo!" Tilda stepped quickly in front of the boy to cover him.
"There's somebody inside." The barking continued for almost half a minute, and then Godolphus emerged, capering absurdly on his hind legs and revolving like a dervish, flung up his head, yapped thrice in a kind of ecstasy, and again plunged into the store.
"That's funny, too," mused Tilda.

"I never knew 'im be'ave like that 'cept when he met with a friend.

Arthur Miles, you stay where you are--" She tiptoed forward and peered within.